Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 36

Once I'm ready, Delilah lets me know the doctor stopped by and said I could go see Bronx.

As we walk down the hall, I take a deep breath and steady myself for whatever his reaction is going to be to seeing me. She gives my hand a squeeze when we get to the door of his room.

“We will be here waiting.” she murmurs in my ear. I smile and nod as Tyree opens the door to let me in.

Bronx is sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off the side. He is holding an ice pack up to the side of his face. I don’t know why he is holding it on that side because the side he isn’t covering looks pretty swollen too. His nose was broken but someone reset it so it could heal faster. His eye is swollen, so he’s barely able to open it halfway. Since he doesn't have an eye on the other side. I assume he can't see much of anything.

They must have taken his shirt off for the exam. He is covered in scrapes, cuts. and bruises that Saint is still healing. There are also burn marks covering his wrists and arms.

I thought that maybe when I saw him, that would be when I would feel some remorse. but I don’t. I still feel justified in my actions.

“Come here, Kas,” he holds his hand out to me.

“A-are you mad?” I ask tentatively.

“Not anymore. Please, come here.” he waves his hand, bidding me to come to him.

I step forward and place my hand in his. I feel our comforting sparks as he pulls me toward him until I am leaning against his chest. He takes his arm and wraps it around me, then puts down the ice pack so he can wrap the other one around me, too.

“B-Bronx, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Marco and James,” I sigh as I hug him back, “I'm not sorry. I would do this again if it meant I would stop you from committing crimes and preventing a war. I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

“I know and I'm proud of you for standing up to me.” he rubs my back slowly and purrs as he speaks in my ear, “You were amazing. I understand now why Saint says I was made for you. No one else could have survived...well... whatever came over you. I don’t know that you could have ever gotten that mad at anyone else.”

“So, you're really not mad?” I ask, trying to gauge if he is being sincere or if he is about to break my neck.

“I'm really not mad. In fact, I'm impressed you could beat me. It was all kind of a blur between the time you dragged me out of Lenora’s office and getting to the training ring. But once I lunged at you that first time, I knew exactly what I was doing. Tyree showed me the video. You did everything perfectly.”

“I am so confused right now.” I chuckle at him as he pulls me onto his lap and nuzzles my cheek.

“Kas, you know now Lex always says you two are a warrior child of the Moon Goddess?”

“Yeah?”

did what you had to do to stop me. There isn't a single werewolf in this world that could find fault in how you handled

For what exactly?” I feel

me from doing something really stupid.” he pulls away from our hug and

Bronx Mason,” I want to touch his face but

sure my eye opens up like it's supposed to, then I can leave." he

not understanding why he wouldn't just ask

throat, “I want you to sit here with me. We can come up with a plan.Together. Figure out what

have this conversation over food?

I don't think now is the time for me to chew anything,” he nods slowly, rubbing

hear that Bronx isn't upset with me. Tyree offers to escort me back up to

sit back and relax. I sit on

Bronx's POV

back of the bed and makes me sit properly, even though I would rather pace the room. She climbs on

we need to come up with

of strategy were

if I promise not to hurt this Tessa woman and promise not to start

she blinks at me, chewing her sandwich, trying to decide if

Saint asks suspiciously. I feel

says after

need to divide to conquer,” I sigh, trying to

divide AND conquer?” she tilts her head with a

has been so much going on that I haven't had an opportunity to tell you

jerk want?” she asks, taking

part comes in.” I take a deep breath and pray to the Moon

to Silver Moon while the Santoro’s

the fuck are you doing, dummy?!” Saint growls in my mind,

me, Saint. I don’t want her here when the Santoros are

her face is emotionless. She sets her half eaten sandwich on the plate, brushes her hands together to get the crumbs off, and picks up my milkshake. She holds one finger up

I don’t want her

picks up my milkshake. She holds one finger up indicating she needs me to wait a second. When she is done with the sip, she stands up on the bed and pours the entire milkshake over my head.

Definitely backfired and holy shit, that’s cold!