snatching his keys off the wall as he goes. The slamming of the door punctuates his departure, and I worry that Cora will come back out to see what happened, but she doesn’t, and now I’m worrying that she heard what he said.
Drake is glaring at the door Riggs left through with his arms crossed. I glance between Jaeger and Ash, and the latter shrugs, but Jaeger cautions, “Just let him go. He needs to cool down, and we’ll only antagonize him more.” I nod, agreeing with him, but something is still bugging me about the way he’s acting. Only time will tell what he’s hiding.
Chapter Fourteen
Cora
It’s been two days and so far, so good. The guys haven't brought anyone around, and my scans came back mostly good with only moderate swelling directly around the injury sites. Time and rest with low-grade pain medication will eventually take care of it all. This time Jag took me, and since it was done in a different building, I couldn't visit Kael, which bummed me out, but I didn't have an excuse to go by there.
Now, my classes for the day are done, and I'm trying to decide if I should brave asking Blaise to take me to the library. I want to research past students for a genealogy project for my anthropology class, and weirdly enough, the online sites don't have much to go on, so my professor suggested trying the library as they have a dedicated section to alumni.
Blaise has been polite if mostly indifferent, but it's better than his previous asshole tendencies. Drake had to go meet with uncle, so I can't ask him, and Ash and Jag have been almost too attentive— hence the debate on who to get for a chaperone. I feel like a little distance will be a relief from them being up my ass. At least Blaise won't treat me like a china doll that needs to be tended to every minute we're together.
The matter is taken out of my hands as the door opens to two blond guys dragging in a half-conscious, battered Riggs.
"Jaeger! Drake!" the taller towhead yells once they're in with the door shut behind them. I'm standing frozen in the kitchenette with a glass of water in my hand.
They muscle him over to the couch as Jaeger, Ash, and Blaise burst from their rooms.
"You," the other blond snaps, pointing at me with one hand while wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of the other, “get water and towels to clean him up.” I hesitate, staring at the blood smeared across his face, assuming it’s Riggs’. “Now!” he snaps, making me jump and startling me out of the anxious flashbacks of the wreck.
The initial impact of the wreck may have rendered me unconscious quickly, but I’d seen the aftermath left on my body in a map of cuts, bruises, and abrasions. I shake my head, trying to dispel the panic attack the sight of Riggs is inducing. There isn’t time, Cora. Help now, freak later! Shakily, I get a bowl and turn the tap on to let the water get warm while I pull hand and paper towels out, carting them to the coffee table. My body automatically edges around the two newcomers. Something about them warns me off, and since I’m barely holding it together as it is, I don’t ignore my instincts. The guys are crowded around, asking what happened.
“We were following up on an errand for the chairman, and we split up. When we got back to the car, we found him like this laid out on the hood. There was a note left behind. Jaeger, we only brought him here first out of respect for you and Drake, but we’re going to have to report this." The man speaking is the one that initially yelled for Jag, and I'm completely lost as to what he's talking about.
Twisting my hands together and standing back, I try to interject, "Jag, he needs a hospital."
Jaeger is too busy looking Riggs over to pay me any attention, but the guy that was talking to him turns, brows wrinkling in confusion.
"He just needs to siphon and kickstart his—"
"That's enough, Tony," Jaeger sharply commands, turning from his kneeling position on the floor at Riggs' side to glare at Tony. "We'll handle it from here, thank you both. Ash, go with them and find out what you can and see if you can get Drake a message and get him back