Runaway Rogue

Chapter Thirty Eight: Indigo's POV

Indigo didn't realize how nervous she was until she saw Caspian stumble out of the house. Seeing him so disoriented was a shock in itself, but it was infinitely better than driving laps, eyes glued to the house, wondering what was happening inside.

She slammed the truck in park and watched him stagger and shuffle to the vehicle, heaving the door open then tossing himself in the passenger seat. He moved like his body was not his own, but at least he was still moving, still breathing, and it didn't look like he had any new injuries.

She moved to help him with his seatbelt, but he just groaned a little and pushed her hands away. "Just drive, Indie," he slurred. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

So she did, but slowly enough that he could buckle himself in as he fumbled with the latch.

"Did you find out everything?" she asked as she pulled onto a main road, one that would take them away from this pack. The further the better.

"Enough, I think," Caspian sighed.

"Did you record it? Did you get him to sign it?" Indigo pressed, trying to conceal the shaking of her hands by clinging to the steering wheel a little tighter.

"Yes and yes. Oh, shit it's still recording," he mumbled. He tugged his cellphone out of his breast pocket and fiddled with it.

"Are you okay?" Indigo asked softly, not particularly fond of the feral glint in his eyes or the jerkiness of his movements. "You don't seem. . ."

"I'm fine," he croaked out. "Inhaled more of it than I should have. But I'll be okay. Nothing to worry about. Holy fuck, does it hit you hard though. I told him I wanted to kill him. Just came right out of my mouth like it was nothing."

It was a jarring thing to hear such harsh words from a man who had been so gentle with her. "But you didn't actually do anything, did you?" Indigo asked gently. The last thing they needed right now was more blood on their hands. And while being a silent bystander was dangerous, it wasn't like the healer had been the one to harm either Sasha or herself.

"No, I didn't touch him. Wanted to though."

"Jesus, Cas," she muttered to herself. "The stuff is clearly still in your system."

"Oh yeah, so I would really appreciate it if you could not ask me any soul-baring questions right now. I'm trying my hardest to just keep it together at this point."

"Like what kind of questions?" she wondered, her brow furrowing.

"Questions about us. Like how I feel about you, like how badly I want you. What I would do for you. After talking to him, after seeing what you did for Sasha and Paris, I would hate to be another person you felt obligated to make happy, to protect me," he rambled, his mouth moving as if he had no control over it.

Despite everything, she felt a tiny smile curl up the corner of her mouth. Dear, sweet Caspian. Those stern eyes and hard press of his lips could not conceal his kind, loving heart for very long. And she appreciated everything he was saying so much, even if he was acting like being with him was some kind of sacrifice for her. In actuality, he made her feel cared for, listened to. He made her feel safe.

"Let's just get you home and we can deal with everything else later, okay?"

"Pull over," Caspian gasped, his complexion suddenly taking on an ill colour.

She slammed on the brakes, threw on her hazards, and helped him unbuckle his seatbelt. He tumbled out of the truck, landing on his knees just before his stomach couldn't handle it anymore. She offered to help him, though she didn't really know what she could do. Caspian just waved her off and shut the truck door so she wouldn't have to hear him heaving.