Sage barely made it through the clinic doors before the adrenaline from the parking lot began wearing off, leaving behind a trembling mixture of anger, exhaustion, and disbelief.
Elliott followed beside her, one hand pressed beneath his nose as blood continued to stain the tissue she'd shoved into his palm.
“I swear, I didn't know your friends were going to react like that,” he muttered.
Sage shot him a look. “They're not all my friends.”
“Good to know. Because the guy who punched me looked like he was auditioning for the role of America's Most Unhinged Boyfriend.”
Despite herself, Sage almost laughed.
Then she remembered Cole's face and her stomach tightened again.
“Just sit down before you make the bleeding worse.”
The private clinic attached to the Reapers' property was still li
