Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 48

Her Obsession.

You Owe Me.

The city lights blurred past the car windows, smeared like streaks of hope and desperation Matteo’s steady hands never left Sage’s side, the doctor murmuring soft reassurances and monitoring every shallow breath. Naomi kept watch in the front, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror like she expected danger to materialize from the shadows at any moment. Liam drove like a man with fire at his heels, fast but careful, pushing through traffic with a precision born of too many escapes. I sat wedged between the Matteo and the doctor, cradling Sage like she was made of glass, trying not to panic as the weight of het limp form settled against me. Every bump in the road sent a jolt through her body. I fought the urge to stiffen, to tense against the brutal reality that we were barely holding her together. When we finally pulled up to my place, relief crashed over me with a violent rush. The familiar front door. the quiet street, none of it felt real until I was hauling Sage inside, and onto my bed with the care of a man setting a fragile promise in place. The room was still and dim, the soft hum of the city muffled behind thick walls. The doctor immediately went to work, setting up the portable monitors and laying out tools with precise calm. Matteo stood close, still pressing gentle but firm pressure over the rebar wound, eyes never leaving her face. Sage didn’t stir, not once. Het breathing was shallow but steady, eyelids fluttering as if caught between worlds. I sat down beside the bed, my hand resting lightly on hers, my heart a quiet storm of fear and hope.

“I’m here,” I whispered. “You’re safe now.”

The night stretched long and quiet, the shadows holding their breath while we waited for her to fight her way back. The first flicker of awareness came like a whisper, barely there, a gentle tug at the edges of her consciousness. I saw her fingers twitch beneath my hand, and her eyelids flutter open just a crack.

“Sage…” My voice was soft, careful, like I didn’t want to scare her back into sleep.

Her eyes focused slowly, hazy but unmistakably there. Pain flickered behind the green, but so did something else…relief. Recognition.

“I’m here,” I murmured, brushing a stray lock of dust–dark hair from her forehead.

Her lips parted, but the words caught, fragile and broken. Her throat worked as if swallowing something too heavy to speak.

“Conner…” Her voice was a rough breath, barely audible, but it filled the room.

I squeezed her hand gently. “Yeah, it’s me. You’re safe. You’re home.”

She blinked, the struggle to stay awake clear in the slow, uncertain movements of her head. “Felt… like I was falling forever,” she whispered.

“You weren’t alone,” I said, my thumb tracing the back of her hand. “I was right here. Matteo and the doc too.”

A faint, tired smile curved her lips. “You’re stubborn.”

I chuckled softly. “Gotta be. Someone’s got to keep you alive.”

Her eyes fluttered again, exhaustion pulling at her. But for the first time since the chaos, there was peace in that fragile face. I stayed by her side, silent, watching over her as the room settled around us, quiet, safe, and still.

“Come cuddle with me, big guy,”

She said it so softly, coaxing me with that worn–down voice of hers, and I had no reason to deny her. This girl could have whatever she wanted for the rest of her life. She could ask me to fight a bear right now and I’d do it, bare–handed if it made her happy.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,‘ I murmured, easing onto the bed beside her. I scooted in slowly, careful of every movement so I wouldn’t jostle her injuries. She still looked too pale for my liking, but the fire in her eyes told me she wasn’t down for the count just yet.

‘Conner?‘

‘Hmm?”

“Did you kill Mirov?”

‘I did.”

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7:24 pm D

You Owe Me

She gasped, well, as much of a gasp as het battered ribs would allow and turned her head to look at me like I’d just confessed to eating her last slice of

cake

That was my kall

“I saved the day,” I shot back, mocking her tone, but my grin probably gave me away.

You owe me a kill,‘ she said, deadly serious.

“What? That’s ridiculous!”

“That’s exactly what I said,” Liam chimed in as the door creaked open and he stepped in with Naomi at his side.

“It’s perfectly valid, Naomi said, not missing a beat. Her voice was half serious, half amused, as she crossed the room toward Sage. “What’s with these big Irish muscles and taking marks that don’t belong to them?” She gave me a pointed look before softening as her gaze fell back to Sage. “Good to see you’re still alive and kicking. Had me worried for a second.”

“Just a second?” Sage pushed herself up on her elbows, wincing but refusing to admit it. The effort alone had me wanting to push her back down, but she kept her chin high.

“Maybe two seconds, Naomi teased.

Sage’s lips curved into the smallest smirk, her eyes flicking between me and Liam. “You know, this is starting to feel like a conspiracy. Big muscle, big ego, big problem.”

“Hey, Liam protested, pointing at Naomi. “She stole my hit once too. Took the guy out right under me. And you know what she said? ‘You were taking too long.”

Naomi shrugged, all innocence. “You were. Timing is everything, love.”

Sage let out a soft huff of laughter, then looked back at me, her green eyes glinting. “So, I get first dibs next time. And if you even think about stepping in-

“Sweetheart, you could be half–dead, and I’d still step in if it meant keeping you breathing.”

Her expression softened for just a moment, just enough to remind me that under all her sharp edges, she still had a heart that let people in. But the smirk came back quick.

“Fine,” she said. “But you still owe me a kill. I’m keeping score.”

The door swung open again, and Matteo strode in with Nico at his side, both of them carrying that mix of confidence and relief.

Matteo’s grin was immediate when his gaze landed on her. “Well, look who didn’t die on me, good to see the ghost still kicking.”

Sage arched a brow but smirked back. “Guess I owe you thanks,” she said, her tone dry but edged with sincerity. “Not everyone has the balls to yank a piece of rebar out of a woman’s side and not get stabbed for it.”

Matteo chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wasn’t sure if I was saving you or signing my own death warrant.” Nico stayed quiet, but the small, approving nod he gave spoke volumes.

Sage’s grin widened. “For the record? It was close.” The warmth under the banter settled between them, an unspoken acknowledgement of debts paid and

trust earned.

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7:24 pm D

You Owe Me.

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