“Who is she?” Knox presses, looking into the crowd.
Why the fuck can’t he leave me alone? I need to find her, not answer a hundred fucking questions about where she is. If I knew, I’d be with her right now. Not standing with him in the middle of a dark hallway.
“I don’t fucking know Knox. That’s why I’m trying to find her, so I can talk to her,” I snap. I don’t mean to, but this woman. I growl out in irritation. “There’s something different about her.” When she walked into the club tonight, my skin felt this tingle sweep across it. Ifelther presence.
“I can tell.”
“You can? What can you tell? When you were touching her, did you feel something?” The words rush out of my mouth as I step towards him, pressing him against the wall with my chest. I had to know. Know what he felt. Know any and everything about her.
Knox holds his hands up. “Fuck, Callum. I simply meant that you’re losing your shit over her. Over a chick you’ve never seen before. You’re possessive. I haven’t seen this side of you since-”
“Don’t you fucking say it.” I’ve never laid hands on Knox, and would never want to, but he knows the rules. We don’t talk about the past. We can’t fucking change it, just endure the present.
This prison.
We’ve known each other for nearly two hundred years, which is only a fraction of my one thousand and fifty-four years. He’s my brother.
Not by blood, but by choice.
I choose to be by his side, mostly because he’s never left mine. Even when I wanted him to, he wouldn’t. An annoying little shit that just wormed his way in and embedded himself into the depths of my skin. Like fungus on a tree.
A piercing bright light explodes through the club, illuminating the dark confines of our hell before it vanishes again.
“Fuck!”
“What was that?” Knox asks confused, taking a step forward, but not leaving my side.
My lips flatten into a hard line. “Her.”
“Her? Everlee? The girl I-”
“Yes. Her. We need to find her. Now.”
“Why? What was that? I’ve never seen a light so bright.”
“I know.”
“What?”
Irritated, I bat the air and tear across the floor towards the middle. Her scent is faint, but hints of it still dance on the air. I wasn’t sure before, but now I am. It’s been so long since-
“Callum,” Knox huffs, grabbing my arm. “Is this a good idea? Going after her. Could she hurt us? She clearly has no qualms detonating a light bomb in the middle of a club full of fae.”
Yanking my arm out of his grip, I continue to push forward through the crowd. Some are confused, others don’t care, but a few… a few know. Or think they know.
“She’s not safe, Knox.”
“Are you sure it’s her that’s not safe?”
Frustration boiling over, I stop and turn to look at him. “Listen, if you don’t want to come, then don’t. But I’m telling you. She’s going to need our help.”
“Why?”
“I don’t have time to explain right now. We just need to get to her.”
Pushing through the rest of the crowd I see her, standing toe to toe with a troll that is several times her size with a woman beside her, hand clasped to her wrist.
My heart pulses. Is it too late?
