Chapter 22
Lola
My weak and exhausted legs struggled to propel me to the entrance of the camp, where the little hook in my stomach was pulling me to. A call that my body and mind was unable to resist.
Dimitri was here. He wasback.
I tried apologizing to every person I ran into, stumbling as I moved forward.
Damn frenzy. If Carter hadn’t spent most of the night fucking my brain’s out, my body wouldn’t feel so fucking sore. Not that I wascomplaining, but what awful timing.
I could see it now.
The large group of people swarming the area in front of the main gate.
“Where is she?” Dimitri yelled, his voice broken. “Don’t fucking touch me! Where is my mate?”
Tears sprang to my eyes. He wasn’t well. I ran faster, hands outstretched to push people away from my path.
The ones surrounding him finally turned their heads as I forced my way into the crowd, shoving some to the side, punching the few who tried to hold me back.
“Dimitri!” I croaked, my voice something between a plea and a sob.
The rest of the crowd parted, letting go of him right as my body collided with his chest. His arms snapped around me, holding me tight as he let out a relieved but shuddering sigh and we fell to our knees on the ground.
My eyes were closed, but the metallic smell of blood covered his familiar scent of leather and citrus. I couldn’t open them. I didn’t want to see and acknowledge the bad state he came back to me in.
“I’m here,zhizn moya. I’m here. We’ll be alright,” he whispered in my hair, rocking us ashe spoke.
But his hold felt weaker by the second. His arms slumping before he tried to force them back around me.
“Dimitri,” I sobbed, opening my eyes to finally look and inspect him.
His eyes swirled angrily, bright with the undeniable madness taking over his whole mind. Taking over his exhausted body.
“Zhi—I don’t…I don’t feel so good,” he stuttered, losing the fight with his arms as they fell to his side and he started to fall against me.
“Call for fucking help!” I screamed at the people surrounding us as I held him to me, supporting his weight with mine. His eyes fluttered close. “Don’t just stand there like useless fucking morons!”
“The Nephilim is back,” a guard said quietly, face hidden by his mask, hand pressing the little button I knew was hidden to the side.Finally. “Signs of madness, but he collapsed. Arc isn’t here and Carrie is not responding, she’s in a meeting.”
Dimitri was now fully out. I held him tighter, pressing the side of his head against my heart.
You’ll be fine. Hold on just a little while.
I needed to bring him to Ann. Just a little rest, and he’d be as good as—
“Restrain him and take him down to one of the cells,” the guard said, signaling other masked Immortals lingering by.
What?
I let Dimitri go softly, laying him on the floor as I crouched over him, my eyes not leaving the three guards approaching.
“If you take another fucking step, I’ll claw your fucking eyes out,” I said to them, my fingers morphing to ten inch claws.
They stopped, turning their faces to the man who gave the order. He shook his head, staring at me intently through the bottomless black holes of his crow mask.
“We can’t take any risks. He might wake up in a state of madness and attack everyone in his wake.”
