“Let’s go.” Killian walks around to the other side of the car. “I’ll relay the message to Malakai and Bast.”
“Save her, Dean,” Savannah whispers brokenly, “She needs you.”
“I needher, Savannah.”
She steps back so I can get into the car and then takes Lily up to the porch, watching us as we reverse into the road, and I hit the gas. Killian dials Malakai as we go, the engine revving as I take the streets entirely too fast, tires skidding as I take the corners. I have time to make up if I want to get there at the same time as them, preferably earlier so I can ambush him.
Killian relays the information to Malakai as I take the highway out of the city, opening up the engine as I weave through the traffic. At this hour, it’s quiet, which makes it easier to gain time.
I’m coming, Butterfly.
Chapter Forty-four
Is it wishful thinking that it was Dean controlling the GPS? Was it a glitch?
I don’t know, all I know is that fear is the only thing that keeps me from crashing out. Pain throbs in my face and ribs, the dried blood making my skin feel tight. I know my nose is broken, and it’s hard to breathe through it. Felix remains silent at my side, his grip on the wheel not having loosened once.
It was him all along.
The night I almost died; it was him who plunged the knife into my side. Him who held me down and tried to kill me. He ignored my pleas. He gave no mercy.
Felix all along.
My heart cracks inside my chest. For me. My sister.
I had no idea.
And he’s been waiting all this time to find me.
My blood is ice in my veins, the darkness outside the car a void wanting to suck me in.
“I need to use the restroom,” I speak for the first time in what feels like ages, my voice croaky and a little raw.
Felix cuts his dark eyes to me, “You can wait.”
I need to stall. I don’t know why I do, but intuition tells me to.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” I lie.
“Fuck,” He growls. “My patience with you is incredibly fucking thin, Sloane.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, pressing myself as close to the door as I can get.
He lets out a long sigh and then uncurls one of his hands, reaching for me. My whole body stiffens as he caresses my thigh above the sheet I’m still wearing as a cover-up. I’ve no clothes, no cell. I’ve nothing on me at all.
“It’s okay,” He says, voice almost gentle, but I’m not sure this man knows what that word means. I used to think he was that very thing, but I’ve witnessed the rage, the violence, and gentle isn’t one of his abilities. “You’re going to make it up to me.”
“Yes,” I swallow as he continues to move his hand up and down my leg. Sickness churns in my stomach, his touch making my skin crawl.
“You know,” He says as the lights of a service station appear ahead. “This never would have happened if you didn’t end it with me. You didn’t even give me a chance.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I know.”
He pulls the Range Rover into the service station, parking as close as he can get to the restrooms, which I suppose is for his benefit and not mine. The fewer people who see a girl in a sheet and covered in blood, the better.
“Thank you.” My hands shake as I pull on the handle. “I’ll only be a minute.”
“Don’t run, Sloane,” He warns me, “I will just find you again. I’ll always find you.”
