Grounded (Up in the Air #3)(121)

His face went a little slack, as though the question had caught him completely off guard. "The thought never even occurred. There's no room left in me for fury. After thinking you were dead, then realizing that you would live, I'm only capable of relief. We may have to start going to church now."

"Church?" I asked, perplexed.

"Yes. I prayed for a miracle, and you survived."

I supposed that it was all rather miraculous, and I was more grateful for my life than I'd ever been after the ordeal, but I had more questions. "Was my father on something? He took so much damage, and still he kept coming." I spoke slowly and carefully. Speaking would be rough for a while, and I knew that my words were hard to understand.

James nodded. "Yes. He was on several somethings. Some mix of crystal meth and bath salts. Your father ambushed Henry, then beat him to death with a large rock a few blocks from your house. He took his gun, and walked to your house. He jumped the fence in back and landed on Paterson, who shot him. He shot him back, a point blank shot to the chest. They said it killed Paterson almost instantly, partially because of the type of bullets in the gun, and the range of the shot."

"Blake confronted him, and shot him again in the chest. They deduced that this made him drop his gun. He then picked up Paterson's gun. This was a smaller gun, with lighter ammo, and what he shot all three of you with, which is most likely why you survived. Henry's gun is the one that Stephan found and used to shoot your father in the head. Let's just say that gun had more effect on a giant, drug-crazed man, especially since Stephan had such unerring aim. The bodyguards were trained to shoot for the heart, but Stephan went for a headshot." 

I nodded, thankful that he'd given me a full explanation, but devastated by all of the senseless loss. "Those poor men."

James nodded gravely. "Yes, I know. So much went wrong. It's hard to imagine that one man wreaked so much havoc when he was outnumbered like that, but they say the mix of drugs gave him a superhuman burst of strength. None of us considered that possibility, much to my everlasting regret."

I squeezed his hand, which enveloped mine warmly. I searched his beautiful eyes, knowing that he felt a crushing guilt like I did. "I'm so sorry, James. If I'd had any ide-"

"Don't," he interrupted. He gentled his voice, and his eyes. "Please don't. We can't take anything back, just as we couldn't have seen the future. All we can do is be thankful that it wasn't worse. When I first set foot into that backyard, I was convinced that my worst nightmare had come to fruition. I'll never stop being grateful that you survived that. We are unspeakably lucky that there weren't more lives lost. All three of you were critical just days ago, and are now on the road to recovery."

It was several days before Stephan was moved from the ICU, and we were both awake to see each other. We had a teary-eyed reunion  , clutching hands and sobbing like babies.

"I was so afraid that you wouldn't recover," I gasped.

He gave a strangled half-laugh, half-sob. "You were afraid? I watched him shoot you in the head. I don't think I'll ever fully recover from the sight."

I winced at the visual. "But you saved me."

"Always, Buttercup," he said, squeezing my hand hard. "Always."

He continued, quickly switching to a lighter topic. "Would it be tacky for me to get engaged just over a week after you did?"

I looked around for Javier, taken aback at the question. We were completely alone, even James giving us a moment of privacy.

"You're engaged?" I questioned.

He shook his head, wearing his most boyish grin. "No, but I want to propose. I wanted to get your blessing first."

I gave him an exasperated look, then laughed. "Yes. If you want to be silly and ask for my blessing, then you have it. Always. Nothing would make me happier."

"It's going to be smooth sailing from here on out, Bee. We've earned it."

I returned his carefree smile, hoping that he might be right.





CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Epilogue





NEARLY ONE YEAR LATER





I took deep breaths. I counted. I made my whole body relax. I was nervous-very nervous, and skittish, but much less so, than I'd thought I would be for this day.

"Deep breaths, Buttercup," Stephan said gently. I couldn't look at him today. He, more than anyone, made me emotional today. There was just so much joy in his eyes, so much barely suppressed excitement. It made me want to bawl like a baby and I had just sat through a painstakingly elaborate makeup process. Not to mention that my goal for the day was not to lose it in front of four hundred wedding guests.

"If you make her mess up her make-up right now, I will kick you," Lana told him, but her tone was pure affection. Stephan and Lana had taken to each other like, well-like Stephan and I. She threatened to steal him from me nearly every time the three of us got together.