Until Hanna (Until Her #9) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“She killed Nan, and now she’s killed my mum!” Josh yells, ignoring Otto’s claim.

“Sir, I need you to come outside with me,” the officer repeats as the EMTs raise the stretcher Hanna is now belted to.

“We need to take her out,” the female paramedic says, and both Ham and Otto move to the door, where the policeman is still trying to get Josh down the steps. They both help block him so the EMTs can get Hanna outside.

I don’t give them a choice about me going with them. I don’t even bother asking if it’s okay. I follow them to the ambulance parked on the street and get in the back, taking a seat on the bench. When the doors close, blocking out the sound of Josh still shouting, I take Hanna’s hand and lean over her.

“Baby, I need you to wake the fuck up already,” I whisper against her ear.

She doesn’t listen. She never fucking listens, and I’m forced to let go of her hand a moment later so an IV can be started.

CHAPTER 26

hanna

Waking to the sound of an annoying beeping noise, I try to force my eyes open, but they feel heavy. Actually, my whole body feels heavy. I open my mouth to tell Walker to shut off whatever that sound is, but nothing comes out. Starting to panic, I fight against the weight and force my eyes open.

“Shit,” Walker mutters, then his face is over mine, and I can barely make him out in the dim light. “Hanna, baby.” He rests his hand on my forehead, and I draw in a breath. “You’re okay.”

“Where…?” I try to clear my dry throat as I look around. “Where am I?”

“At the hospital.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to wake the fuck up.”

“What?” I start to shake my head, but it hurts, so I stop moving.

“You got a concussion.”

“What?” I squeeze my eyes closed. “How?” The last thing I remember is getting off my flight. How would I have gotten a concussion?

“We’ll talk about that later.” He leans back, his eyes searching mine, then he reaches for something and holds a large cup in front of me. “Take a sip of this.” I do, and the cool liquid feels good on my dry throat. “How are you feeling?”

“Did I get in an accident?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No.” I stare at him trying to remember something—anything. My last memory is getting off the plane at Heathrow.

“The doctors said that might happen.”

“What might happen?” I’m so confused. Why am I here? How did I end up here?

“That you might have some memory loss,” he says gently, sliding his hand across my forehead.

Oh God. Ice-cold fear washes through my veins. If I was in an accident….

I move my hands to my stomach. “The baby—”

“Is fine.” He looks to the left. “That’s monitoring his heartbeat.” I look over at it, the source of the beeping, which suddenly no longer sounds annoying.

He kisses my forehead. “You’re both fine. You just needed to take a long nap.”

“How long was I asleep for?”

“We’ve been here for three hours and thirty-two minutes,” he says, looking toward the door. “I need to let them know you’re awake.”

“Wait.” I grab his hand. “Please tell me why I’m here?” I beg. I hate that I don’t remember anything.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he twines our fingers together.

“Do you remember Kate messaging you to pick up the box Mrs. Lewis left you?”

“No.” I frown.

“You went to go get it this evening after your flight landed.”

“Okay.” I wait, and I can tell by his expression that he doesn’t want to say more. “Tell me.”

“I got over there and found you unconscious, and Kate—” he cuts himself off.

“Kate?”

“She was dead,” he says quietly, and I’m sure I heard him wrong.

“How?”

“I don’t know, I’m still waiting to hear from Officer Taylor.”

“What happened to me?”

“You don’t remember anything?” I shake my head lightly, there is a black hole where the memory should be. I don’t even remember Kate telling me to meet her at the house.

“I don’t know but Otto swears he saw Josh upstairs in the window when we were trying to get into the house. I’m not sure if we spooked him or what his plan was.”

“What?” I whisper, feeling like I might throw up.

“The only thing we know is that you were hit in the head and that you didn’t suffer any other damage, but I don’t know what happened to you while you were in that house.”

I close my eyes. I don’t want to be thankful that something happened to me making it impossible for me to remember but in a way I am.

“I called your mom and dad. They’ll be here tomorrow morning.”

I nod and open my eyes to look at him.


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