“M-my ribs,” I stutter. “I th-think they’re broken.” His jaw tenses, and he blows out a harsh breath through his nose before nodding once. Vincent pushes Ronan away, forcing him to release his hold on me, which, surprisingly, he does. Slowly, Vincent wraps his arms around the back of my legs and my upper back, being careful not to jostle me too much as he lifts me up and moves me out of the room. My eyes land on the bed, my mother’s clothes still there, and I panic. “Wait! The clothes, the clothes! I need them!”
