“Sloane?” Dean’s voice is a light in the darkness.
“Is that him?” Felix asks, “Is that the man you whored yourself to?”
“Dean!” I scream his name with the little strength I have, my ribs smarting, my head pounding, blood dripping from my face. “Dean!”
“Shut up!” Felix snaps, slapping his hand down on top of my head. “You shut up!”
The door to the bedroom slams open, but Felix was ready. He smashes a lamp across Dean’s head, forcing him to stumble back, his spine hitting the wall.
And all I can do is lie there, my head fuzzy, and vision spotty. I’ve no use of my arms or legs, like my brain just can’t function enough to get them to move.
“No,” My voice is nothing but a whisper. Not them. Anyone but them.
But Felix doesn’t stop, and with Dean’s stunned state, he has no chance to stop him from gripping his hair and slamming his head back against the wall.
Dean crumples.
“Dean,” I croak, but his eyes are closed, and there’s blood trickling from a cut in his hairline.
“Stop,” I beg, “I see it now.”
I fight the fog in my head, fight the numbness in my body. “I see.”
Felix’s eyes turn to me.
“You see what?”
“We are meant to be,” The words taste like acid, “I see it.”
I need to give him what he wants, and that’s me. He wants me.
Chapter Forty-three
There’s a buzzing in my head, a ringing in my ears. I heard her scream. I ran, and then…
“We are meant to be,” Sloane’s voice shakes, “I see it.”
There was so much blood. Who the fuck is here?
I squeeze my eyes, ignoring the pounding at the back of my skull and the sting at my temple, and force them to open. My vision swims, and my body rebels, the shock keeping me immobile for the minute.
But I see her, she’s trying to push up onto her hands and her knees. There’s blood all over her face, and a man is walking toward her. I don’t recognize him though. Is this one of Richard’s guys? Did we miss something?
“We can leave, Felix. Just disappear.” She says.
“You’re just saying that!” Felix snaps at her. I’m not following, my brain is barely processing. All I know is that I need to get up. I need to get to her, to protect her.
“I’m not, Felix,” Sloane settles back onto her heels, and her eyes cut to me in a fleeting glance. Something in her shoulders loosens. “You said,” She swallows thickly, “You said that nightthat I always leave, well why don’t we leave together? Just get out of here.”
Fresh bruising shadows parts of her face, the skin red and inflamed, the bruises still forming.
Felix grasps her by her arms and hauls her to her feet, keeping her steady when her knees buckle. He caresses the side of her face.
“You lie.” He sneers before he grasps her chin roughly and pushes her back. A strangled noise comes out of her.
“Sloane!” I call her name.
Why the fuck is my body not working!? I attempt to get up, but weakness buckles my arms and legs, so I drag myself, pulling myself across the floor toward her.
