A glance at his watch.
“Eighteen minutes. Or I come do it myself.”
“Why…” My voice trembles. “Why are you doing this?”
He pauses only long enough to check his watch again.
“Seventeen minutes, thirty seconds.”
Then he leaves.
My breath comes shaky as I stand and head toward the room he indicated.
I hold myself together by threads.
For Trey.
If I just bide my time. If I listen. He’ll take me to him.
He’s his father—there has to be a reason.
And if he doesn’t…I will find one.
I’ve run before.
As long as Trey lives.
I think of him—his touch, his scent, his devastating smile that could level cities. His dimples. Tears breach my eyes. The night replaying in flashes. Even at the end, his skin pale, blood pooling beneath him, he smiled at me.
Apologetic.
Like he was sorry for breaking my heart.
My chest tightens.
Trey is alive.I know it the same way I know my own heartbeat, because somewhere in this world, Trey’s heart beats beside mine.
If Johnathon won’t take me to him…
Hewillcome for me.
Chapter Two
Trey
Pull the Plug – VOILA
Darkness crashes over me, thick and endless, followed by rage and agony and the feeling of strength pouring across the floor in a cooling pool.
Lights flash in fractured bursts. Faces blur together. Shouts. Tears.
I wish I could say I drift into some epic odyssey—monsters, battles, a hero’s journey and all that shit—but no.
My life just cuts to black, stage lights out, no encore.
Then pain explodes.
Agony ignites from my head to my toes, my chest throbbing as pressure builds until it feels like I’m being crushed from the inside out. I can’t tell if I’m suffocating or breathing—just that every breath is a fucking war.
