My love for Crow swelled as I reached the peak of pleasure with him. He looked into my eyes, and all the feelings contained in that look overwhelmed me. That look pushed me over the edge, into freefalling. I clung to him, and as he shuddered into his own climax, he clung to me too.
No matter what anyone had said about him being too broken, too dark, I’d been right. We were right. One perfect unit, stronger and better together than apart.
Chapter 30
CROW AND I STOOD HAND in hand, waiting for the others in the lobby. It was our last night in Paris. The show tonight would be crazy, but for now, everything else had disappeared around me, and my whole world was Crow. I’d barely gotten any sleep, but that didn’t matter. Sleep seemed a waste of time when I could be with him, talking and touching and just being.
“Barcelona next,” Crow said. “Do you have a list of things to do there?”
“Sure do,” I said with a grin. “You know it.”
Exploring new cities with Crow was so much fun, but exploring Crow was even more fun. Lucky for me, I could do both.
When I dragged my gaze from Crow, I noticed Elijah grinning at me. He gave me a thumbs-up, then turned back to Rose. Wow, this tour was turning into a love-fest.
I had little attention for Elijah, though. Not with Crow this close. Our loving glances were interrupted by Fartstard.
“Where the hell are Damo and Polly?” he asked. “Have you seen them?”
I shook my head. I’d been so wrapped up in Crow, I hadn’t noticed they weren’t around. If anyone was going to be late, it wouldn’t be Damo.
“Are you sure he didn’t head over to the arena earlier?” I asked.
“Nope. And he’s not answering his phone. Matt and Fiona aren’t here, either. If people don’t get their shit together, this tour will go to hell. And I’ll be the one who gets the blame.”
I doubted that, since the public didn’t even know he existed.
Elijah and Jax had no idea where the others were, either.
“Maybe they went sightseeing and lost track of time.” Even though I said it, I knew Damo didn’t lose track of time.
“He’s not answering his phone, either,” Fartstard said.
A sheen of sweat covered Fartstard’s face, and he kept rubbing his nose. Even if we normally got to the arena with plenty of time to spare, Fartstard was feeling the stress.
“I’ll run over and ask the desk clerk if they’ve gone out,” I said. “It’s not like them to sleep in or anything.”
I hadn’t been down to breakfast, so I couldn’t say if they’d been there.
Before I could reach the desk, Damo and Polly got out of the elevator. Fartstard approached them, then stopped dead in his tracks. The look on Damo’s face would stop anyone. He’d gone pale, and he looked just plain terrible.
He gathered us all around him.
“I just got a call,” he said. “Fiona and Matt have been in a crash. Both of them are in hospital.”
My stomach clenched. Just when I’d been thinking about how happy everyone was.
“Shit,” Elijah said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are they going to be okay?”
Damo nodded, looking at Elijah. “I think so. Matt only had minor injuries, but they want to keep him in overnight. Fiona, they aren’t so sure about.”
I shiver went through me. I didn’t want to think about Fiona being injured.
“Can I go to the hospital and see her?” I asked. “I want to do something.”
Damo screwed up his face. “I’m heading there now. You guys can do your run-through first, and we’ll go later.” He turned to Elijah and Crow. “You guys come with me. We have to change the set list for tonight so we can go on without Matt, and we can work that out on the way. I’m not sure if she can have visitors, but I’ll organize flowers from everyone.”
Damo kept shaking his head. The rest of us turned somber and stared into space for a while. On this tour, we’d become family. We looked out for each other. Fiona had kept to herself, but she was as much a vital part of that family as anyone else.
She’d be okay. She had to be okay. Even though she looked frail, she had a toughness in her.