My eyes slowly lift at Reed’s cold tone. I tilt my head up to look at him.
Reed’s expression softens a fraction when he sees my disarray. He keeps his composure as expected.
“Reed… I’m done. I can’t go on.” I let my head fall back to Cameron’s and let another sob wrack through my shoulders.
“Emery, I need to you listen to me.” Reed walks across the room and shoves me off of Cameron. I fall back on my ass and stare up at him in bewilderment. He tears off a clear cap from an adrenaline syringe and keeps it locked between his teeth as his fierce eyes level me into nothing more than a mole hill. “Take the zip line and finish what you started. I’ll be there soon. Your stupid boyfriend is going to be okay…okay? I promise. Now get the fuck out of here.”
“Will t-that work?” I stammer, staring wide-eyed, half in shock.
Reed stabs the syringe into Cameron’s heart. I watch, unblinkingly as the adrenaline hits his bloodstream. Cam inhales sharply, the sound strangled and airy.
But he’s breathing.
He’s alive.
Chills break out across my skin and tears stream down my expressionless face.
“It’s going to take him a bit to wake up fully.” Reed snaps his fingers over Cameron’s face to get his attention. Seeming satisfied, Reed looks pointedly at me with an annoyed frown.
“Reed…” I say absently, trying to get back to my feet.
He sighs and walks to me, helping me up, before I wrap myarms around him tightly. I don’t care what his reasons are for helping me. Reed freezes for a beat, then embraces me all the same.
“You’re welcome,” he tuts, but it’s genuine.
“I don’t even have words.” I step back wiping my sleeve over my eyes. I study his face. He’s dressed in tactical gear like the Dark Forces soldiers, a black vest over his chest. His blond hair brushed to the side and those dark eyes are as plotting as ever.
Odd, I expected him to be in a suit like he normally is when he’s with my father, but I’m too hazy to care to look further into it. Not with everything happening.
Reed hands me a pipe to cross the zip line with. “Go.”
I take one more look at Cameron, his chest is rising and falling, and it’s all I need to sharpen my mind.
This ends tonight.
41
CAMERON
The dark has never scaredme, but what I just experienced was pitch-black. Fear of being in the dark, alone, and away from Emery is my personal hell.
I open my eyes and see the dim lights from the ceiling.What happened?Each breath I take is raspy, like I slept on the wrong side of the bed or something. Everything feels heavy.
I take a moment to process what I’m seeing. Pink dust on the floor, blood mixing with clay, Wraith lying at the entrance to the room.
It comes back to me like a fog settling over a lake. I was choking her…and then I woke up for enough time to…
My eyes drift down to my chest where I pierced my heart with the morphine.I overdosed.How am I awake right now? I search the ground next to me. Two syringes are side by side. One is the morphine I took and the other is labeled as adrenaline.
Relief sinks into me.Thank God.I’m not out of this life yet. A weak smile forms over my lips momentarily. Then I remember where we are and who we’re tasked with terminating.
Where is Emery?
Voices crackle through the headset. I flinch, forgetting that I had it on.
“Report in.” Erik’s voice is grave. I try to reply, only to find that my throat is torn to shreds, probably from the pink smoke.
It’s then that her soft fluttering voice sounds through my ears. “Volt and Red Turtle are with me, we’ve found the target. We’re moving in.” She sounds like she’s out of breath and injured.
