Chapitre 46: Chapter 46

As the mattress settles across his back he winces, and I frown at the blood staining his shirt. Fuck his men, Delia’s taking a look at him next. “Coby, maybe you shouldn’t—”

“I’m fine.”

But I see the pain shining brightly in his eyes and I don’t believe him.

Still, I let him help me with the mattress, and together we manage to get it into the tiny closet beneath the stairs. It overhangs the edge of the cot by a good three inches and bunches a little bit at one end where it crams up against the wall, but when I sit down, that seems to straighten it out. We can make this work,I think, smiling up at him.

The words dry up in my throat when I notice how ashen his face is, despite the warm glow from the lamp by the cot. “Coby?”

I take one of his hands in both of mine. His fingers are cold, his eyes unusually dark, unreadable. He touches his side where blood clots on his shirt, leans forward a little, shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it and can’t—