Not anymore.
Eight days.
That’s impossible.
Only, maybe not.
We’re on an uncharted path now.
I…
I don’t know how to feel about that. I don’t know how tosee.
“Ashlyn.”
What am I going to do?
What happens next?
What if?—
“Ashlyn,” Grey snarls, his wolf seizing hold of mine in a vice that forces me to look at him. “You’re safe. I’m here. And we’re going to figure this out together.”
More tears fill my eyes, my literal vision going blurry.
“The first thing you’re going to do, Omega, is breathe for me,” he tells me, his voice underlined with dominance.
It’s a dominance I can’t ignore.
A dominance that forces me toobey.
My lungs burn as I inhale, the pain echoing through my nerve endings and making me shake.
“Good girl,” he praises me. “Keep breathing.”
I do.
And that agony starts to subside.
“Now,” he says, a purr in his voice. “We’re going to get up and take a shower together because the generator is working and we have hot water.”
Okay, I think, unable to speak.
“Afterward, we’re going to eat,” he goes on. “And then, we’re going to talk this through.”
All of that sounds… scheduled.
Too scheduled.
I… I don’t really want to bescheduled.
I want to exist in the moment because I don’t know if it’s our last. I don’t know what happens next. I don’t know if we’re even going to survive.
It seems foolish to waste our final moments on showers and food and words.
Not when there’s so much we haven’t yet experienced together.
So I find myself shaking my head.
