The statement wasn't loud. Yet somehow it landed harder than a scream because everybody understood what she meant.
She hadn't needed them, not once…not in six years. Sage sat down and began cleaning the blood from her forehead herself.
The antiseptic clearly stung as her jaw tightened but she didn't make a sound.
Mason watched for another few seconds before stepping forward.
Instinct took over.
The same instinct that made him patch up wounded bikers. The same instinct that made him spend sleepless nights inside the clinic.
The same instinct that made him want to help.
"You can't do that alone, Fluff."
The nickname slipped out naturally and the reaction was immediate.
Sage shot to her feet. The chair scraped loudly against the floor.
"Don't you ever…."
Mason froze. The fury in he
