Chapter 63

Saint’s POV

He’s really gone off the deep end. This squirrely bastard went to rehab to get his mind right. Instead, he went insane. He’s hearing voices. I’m not talking about my voice. He always hears me. There’s nothing else there… well, maybe a few dust bunnies.

“The Doc is going to die if we don’t do something, so unless you have a better idea, fucking BLOCK ME!” Bronx barks at me.

“Fuck my life.” I shake my head. I don’t want to be stuck in his body’s form, but I don’t have a better idea. “Fine. Nighty night, Bronxy.”

I grip my claws into his consciousness and yank as hard as I can. It’s almost impossible at first, like I’m trying to pull on two minds. It’s never felt like that before. I dig my claws in and pull harder. It feels like something cracks loose and I’m able to shove him in the little box in my brain. The feeling of pushing forward is different now that he isn’t there.

When I am in control, I let go of her neck and hold my hands up in surrender. In the thirty seconds it