Page 64 of Devil's Damnation

As they help me to my feet, I catch a glimpse of Logan being wheeled out on a stretcher. He's conscious, but he looks small and broken and nothing like the terrifying figure he was just minutes ago.

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask.

"He'll live," Chief Harrison says grimly. "Kid's lucky you interfered when you did. Otherwise, this would have ended a lot worse for everyone involved."

They load me into an ambulance, and Dime climbs in beside me. As we pull away from the school, I can see news vans already setting up in the parking lot.

"This is going to be a mess," I say weakly.

"Yeah, it is." Dime takes my uninjured hand and squeezes it gently. "But we'll deal with it together. All of it."

I lean back against the stretcher and close my eyes. The adrenaline is starting to wear off, and I'm beginning to understand just how close I came to dying today. How close Logan came to destroying his entire life.

"Dime?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"When this is all over, when the media circus dies down – I want to talk. About us. About what Dani told me. About everything."

He's quiet for a long moment. "Okay."

"I mean it. No more secrets. No more half-truths. If we're going to make this work, I need to know who you really are."

"Even if you don't like what you find out?"

I open my eyes and look at him. Really look at him. This man who dropped everything and raced across town to save me. This man who stayed on the phone and helped me stay calm when I was staring down the barrel of a gun. This man who's holding my hand like I'm the most precious thing in the world.

"Especially then," I say quietly.

The ambulance hits a pothole, and pain shoots through my shoulder. I bite back a curse, and Dime's hand tightens on mine.

"We're almost there," he says. "Just hold on."

But as the hospital comes into view, I can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning. That whatever secrets Dime has been keeping, whatever darkness surrounds his involvement with Saint's Outlaws MC, it's all about to come crashing down on us.

And I have no idea if our relationship is strong enough to survive it.

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