Trevor is dead.
And Gemma just killed him with her bare fucking hands.
I lose it.
The gun hits the ground. I double over, breaking and shuddering as the noise of his neck snapping echoes over and over in my ears.
“Whoa—Shh… shh… I have you, Bonnie.”
Gemma catches me as I start to fall forward. Her arms loop around me. She pulls me into her lap and braces her hand on my cheek. I can’t push her away.
Crack.
“Hey—hey, hey, Bonnie. Look at me. Don’t look at him. Look at me—look—Bonnie!”
My mouth closes, eyes jerking to hers. Her chest falls as she strokes my cheek, jaw trembling. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “It’s okay. I have you.I have you.Don’t look at him.”
I throw my arms around her neck without thinking and hug her close as the adrenaline of what just happened surges through me.
I have you.
I have you.
“It’s okay. Breathe for me, Bon,” she says. “Breathe. We have to get out of here.”
I pull back again, eyes darting to her lips as her thumb smudges another tear. I don’t know what she’s saying. Her mouth is moving. Her instruction is an echo. A quaking breath leaves me, my mouth opening and closing an inch from hers. She presses both of her hands to my cheeks this time, thumb sneaking beneath my jaw to tilt my head back.
“Are you okay?” I finally hear her ask.
I swallow. “No,” I manage.
Gemma’s tongue swipes across her lips. “Okay,” she says with a heavy sigh. “Can you walk?”
“I…”
Gemma shifts and offers me her hands. “Stand up. Do not look behind you. Okay? Eyes on me.”
She grabs the gun from the ground and shoves it in the back of her pants. I do as she says—keeping my eyes on her as muchas I can because the last fucking thing I want to see right now is thedead bodyin my living room.
I barely recall her grabbing my bag, Zeb’s hoodie over the back of the barstool, or my phone.
I’m in a daze as she takes my hand and drags me into the hallway, only pausing to lock the door behind us.
“Baby, put these on,” she says, handing me a pair of sneakers.
However, I’m staring at the next door down from me.
He was living there the entire time.
He was right there.
Right there.
And now, he’s—
“Bonnie.”
I blink back to the present, at Gemma shoving sneakers into my hands. Her tone takes me aback. It splashes reality on my face.
