Help him.
Help him.
Help—
My skull cracked with excruciating agony.
His hips rocked beneath me as his hand slipped up my skirt and cupped me.
I cried out. My back arched. A lightning bolt of lust tore between my legs.
And...I was done.
My migraine detonated.
Tears streamed down my face as darkness rushed in.
Ihatedmyself.
Hated that he might not be alive when I woke up.
That I was abandoning him when he needed me the most.
That I was betraying him even when I didn’t want to.
My fingers wrapped tight around my pendant, begging it to keep me awake.
I’m sorry.
So sorry.
My strength gave out.
The last thing I felt was his finger slipping inside me—his heat and desperation wrapping me in fire as darkness swallowed me—
Chapter Thirty-Seven
SHE LEFT ME.
At the height of my misery and the final slope of my decline, the only person in the world who could save me...passed out.
My finger froze inside her and for a disgusting second...I didn’t know if I could stop. I didn’t have the strength to pull back. Or the courage to do the right thing because the right thing meant...I might never see her again.
I might never touch her again. Kiss her again.Bewith her—
And fuck, I wanted to be with her.
Not because of lust. But because I was moments away from death and I didn’t want to fucking die.
Whisper headbutted Rook’s sagging shoulder as if he sensed how desperately I needed her to open her eyes. He chirped and licked her cheek, his rough tongue catching on her hair.
When she didn’t move, he withered before my eyes as if she wasn’t just asleep but...
“Rook.” Ripping my hand from between her lax legs, I gathered her into my arms and buried my face against her chilled throat. “Please don’t leave me alone.Please...”
Nothing.
No twitch. No flutter.
