She nodded and gazed down at Robin. “Go to where there is no more pain or struggle
sister.”
He stood and backed out, feeling like an interloper on a very private moment.
The three men looked up as he walked in.
“She’s gone.”
“Shit.”
“Lark wants to clean her up and take her back across the border tonight to avoid the red tape.
We’ll follow her on our bikes. The sooner we leave, the better it’ll be for everyone.”
They all muttered their agreement.
They packed up and he helped Lark with the body. She was still warm to the touch and
pliable.
Pan shuddered to think of what would happen soon. They were on a very short timetable.
The mood was tense once they wrapped her up in blankets and covered her with a few empty suitcases. As they drove out of town, they were all sweating bullets. The crossing went smoothly and they were across the border was over in the blink of an eye. They switched her body to an upright position, seat belted her into the back of the car and the Dueling Devils parted ways. The boys rode home to the clubhouse and he lingered behind with Lark. They pulled into the nearest hospital.
Lark parked in the driveway and ran inside. “Please help me, I—I think my sister
overdosed.”
Men and women in blue scrubs rushed to the car and madness descended.
Chapter Five
Disoriented, lark sat in her chair, watching the world continue to rush by. Nurses rushed to and fro, families talked amongst themselves, all like the world hadn’t just ended. With Robin’s past, no one questioned her about the overdose. She’d been pronounced dead and her body had been taken down to the morgue as they awaited her arrangements.
“Come on, I want to take you out of here,” Pan stated firmly.
“But the burial arrangements—?”
“Can wait.
“I—”
“Give yourself tonight, okay? You’ve been through a lot.”
“I can’t. I can’t slow down, or it’ll be real.” Her heart ached along with her body. She felt beaten with a bat and left to bake out in the sun for a few days. Her throat was scratchy, her lips were chapped from chewing and her spirits were lower than they’d ever been.
“Stop thinking.”
“How?” She gave a half laugh, half sob. Her eyes watered. She blinked furiously. I will not break down here.
“Let me be in control.”
She glanced up at the man who’d stuck beside her when he had no reason to. “Why?”
Pan sighed. “You made me remember the man I once was. The man I want to be again.”
“What does that mean?”