I didn’t walk alone though, I never did.
I felt the ropes of my links to Simon and Trenton wrap around me protectively before sinking into my body.
The man’s eyes shown brightly and I was slammed with memory after memory. I dropped down to my knees before him as he held on tightly to my hand, not letting me go.
My mind was overwhelmed but I had enough sense about me to do what I had to do before my world faded to black.
I freed my knife from where it was hidden in my wrist sheath.
I pulled it out, reached up, and slit his throat.
And then I passed the fuck out.
17
She’s Ours
Trenton
Blood sprayed out from the man’s throat, hitting Ariel in the face.
She collapsed to the floor and chaos exploded in the room, leaving only Simon and myself calm.
We were the only two people in the room who could still feel her and knew for certain she was unharmed and would be perfectly fine when she came back to.
“Get her away from him and clean that blood off of her,” Rain roared. He’d officially lost his fucking mind and I couldn’t say that I blamed him.
“Rain, calm down,” Romero tried to reason with him.
“Fuck calm, Rome,” Finn snapped back. “This is not a situation you remain calm in. Why the fuck isn’t she moving? Is she even still breathing? What the fuck even was that?”
Rain went to crouch down besides Ariel and I stirred to life, rushing him and pushing him aside.
“Don’t you touch her,” Simon growled menacingly at him with his eyes glowing silver.
“She’s ours,” I tried for a calm voice but failed miserably. The thought of anyone else touching her right now while we were connected to her didn’t sit right with either of us. “We’ve got her. Get back. She’s ours and you know we’ve got her. Get your head on straight, Rain, and fucking think.”
Rain stumbled back and would have fallen on his ass if Romero hadn't been there to catch him.
Simon scooped Ariel up in his arms and I followed him out of the cabin and behind him as he stalked towards ours.
I opened the door for him and he carried Ariel over to the bed, laying her down in the center of it.
He crawled in on one side of her and I got in on the other side.
We both wrapped our arms around her and held on to her for dear life.
We’d wait for her to come back to us, however long that took.
And she would come back to us.
When she was ready.
We’d watch over her for forever if that’s how long it took.
Because she owned pieces of our soul.
And because we loved her more than the pieces of them that we still held onto for ourselves.
