She snuggled in his arms and crossed her arms over her chest. “You wouldn’t bloody dare.”
“Oh yes, I would, my little pixie.” He grabbed her and smoothed his hands over her arse, giving it a light tap.
Rane cleared his throat loudly, and Arden shot him a glare. “Remy, that was something special you did back there. Thanks, you saved my mate.”
Remy pushed at Arden’s chest, and when he eased his hold she peeked around his arm at Rane. “I don’t need thanks. You do what I do all the time, just in a different way. Is Kirby okay?”
Rane blinked and shook his head. “No. What you did was different. You could have died. I saw the roof cave in. Fuck, I was one of the three werewolves who held Arden back from going in after you.” He scrubbed his face. “Look…just…just thanks. We’ve never had that many zombies before, and they were different, with more strength than usual. They were more determined. We’ve never had an attack from zombies this close to home. My God, you are only half an hour away. I can’t thank you enough.” Rane closed his eyes and the smell of fear and pain surrounded them. “I couldn’t live without her. Kirby is my whole world.”
Arden was surprised when Rane opened his eyes and they glistened.
“She’s with the paramedics,” Rane said. “They’re taking her to the hospital. I wanted to come over and thank you before I left with them.”
Remy’s body shook against Arden, and he felt tears hit his skin. “It’s okay. She’ll be fine. Promise you’ll call us and tell us, even if it’s good news?” Remy asked as she leaned into him.
Rane nodded.
“Good,” Remy said. “Now go.”
Rane turned and left.
A sob escaped Remy. “I need to find Sara. I surrounded her with fire. I need to know she’s okay. I saw your sister, is she good?”
Arden leaned down and kissed her. He’d been so worried about her. He thought she’d follow them, not go into the horde and make sure she got all the zombies. “Ava will be fine. Logan will look after her. She just needs rest. Come on, we’ll go find Sara. We need to get you checked out too.”
“I’m fine, other than some small cuts and bruises.”
“I’d feel better if you got looked over, even if you just did it to put my mind at ease.”
Remy nodded. “Fine. But I want to find Sara first.”
He moved her to the side and held her hand. Bringing it up, he kissed her knuckles. “Okay, but you have to get checked out after.”
Together they walked to the ambulances. Kirby was in the first, then two of the humans from the shop, then they came to Sara. She still wore the wedding dress, but now it was covered in black soot and blood. Remy let go of his hand as soon as she saw Sara and ran to her. Sara had an oxygen mask over her face, and Tray sat in the ambulance, talking to the paramedic.
Distress and worry came off Remy in waves as she sat next to Sara. “Oh, Sara, I’m so sorry. When I circled you with the fire I didn’t think about the oxygen or anything else. I just wanted the zombies off you. Please forgive me, please.”
Arden didn’t know what to do. Did he comfort Remy and tell her she did the right thing, or did he let her get everything out? Arden looked at Tray who had stopped talking to the paramedic and was staring at Remy.
Sara took the mask off, and Tray shook his head and snapped it back on, holding her hands so she couldn’t take it off again. Arden watched as Tray and Sara seemed to have a silent conversation while Remy was at her other side crying.
Finally Tray nodded but didn’t take his eyes off Sara as he spoke. “Thank you, Remy. Sara will be fine, and that is thanks to you. She encased her throat in ice by absorbing every drop of water she could to protect her skin and whatever else she could. The paramedic is surprised she is fine.” Tray’s hand fell to his side.
Remy stopped crying and sat up straighter, gazing at Tray, hope in her eyes. “So Sara is going to be okay?”
“Yes, thanks to you.”
Arden chuckled when Sara lifted the oxygen mask and rasped out, “You stupid little fool. You could have died. You do not get to die so you can save me…to save us.”
Tray growled and pushed her hands away and put the oxygen back.
Sara shook him away and gave him her best death stare, then turned it on Remy. “I have only just got you back. I get to be angry and hurt at you leaving. How dare you do this? Now I have to forgive you, you stupid bitch.” Sara gave Remy one last glare before she put the mask back and opened her arms.
Tears streamed down Remy’s cheeks, but she chuckled and hugged Sara, whispering, “I’m so, so sorry. I promise no more running. I’m so sorry.”