Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,233

okay now I’m here,” Tatum said but her words were slurred and I wasn’t buying it. I guessed the drug had stolen the fear from her which was something, or maybe it was just that she actually felt safe here amongst us. Wouldn’t that be something.

"I'll rip them apart piece by piece until they're begging for mercy and I'll make it last as long as I can before I end them," Saint hissed, eyeing her for a long moment as she leaned against Monroe. "I'm going to get some vinegar to get that stench off of her."

He turned and stalked from the room and I frowned as I sagged back against the sink, my gaze fixed on Tatum as Monroe pressed kisses to her hair and held her tightly. She barely even seemed conscious and the terrifying thoughts of what could have happened to her if I hadn't found her were consuming me.

None of us questioned Saint when he returned to the room with a bottle of white vinegar and he pulled the door to the shower wide before rubbing it all over Tatum's skin. If he said it would get rid of the gasoline stink, then I was going to believe him. Saint knew way more than anyone I’d ever met about shit like that and I was sure she'd want everything possible done to get rid of that smell.

When he was finished, he shut off the shower then took her from Monroe's arms without letting him protest and carried her over to the bath.

I raised an eyebrow as Saint climbed into it fully clothed with Tatum in his arms and began washing her with the honey blossom body wash she liked as if it was the most normal thing in the world

“You should take your clothes off,” Tatum muttered, plucking at his shirt and pulling a few of his buttons open before her hand fell still again like even that was hard for her to manage.

“Stop trying to get me naked and let me look after you,” Saint grumbled, but the concerned frown on his face gave away his worry despite his waspish tone.

A smile touched Tatum’s lips and she did as he commanded, sighing as he carefully ran the sponge over her body and letting her eyes fall closed again as she leaned against his chest.

I swiped a hand down my face and headed back into my room, quickly drying and pulling on some clean sweatpants before getting some out for Monroe to borrow too. He took them wordlessly when I returned to the bathroom, switching out the damp stuff he was wearing while watching as Saint washed Tatum's hair.

"Heads have to roll for this," I snarled as Tatum muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Obviously. But for now just get her something warm to wear," Saint commanded and I blew out a breath before heading back to my room.

I grabbed one of my biggest hoodies before jogging through the building and up the stairs to Saint's closet where Tatum's clothes were kept. I chose her a pair of soft pyjamas and got Saint some sweatpants too then hurried back down to the bathroom.

Saint already had her out when I made it back and she was wrapped in a towel as she sat on the vanity unit in front of him, looking like she was having trouble staying upright. He silently took the clothes I'd brought for her before dressing her in them carefully while Monroe watched with a heavy frown.

When Saint had finished getting her ready, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead before indicating for me to take her from the room.

"I'm okay," Tatum protested weakly as she looked up at me with her big blue eyes, blinking sleepily as I lifted her against me again.

"I've got you, Tate," I swore and her gaze softened at my words as I carried her out to sit on the couch before the fire.

"Well, if you insist," she muttered as if she seriously thought she'd be able to walk herself if she wanted to. And I didn’t doubt she was stubborn enough to try if I questioned her on it, so I just offered her a smile instead.

"I'm your Prince Charming, remember? I'm pretty sure rescuing the damsel in distress is a job requirement, so be a good girl and let me do my thing."

She laughed softly but the sound was weak compared to her usual laugh and it made my gut twist with concern. If I