The last thing I remembered was making a deal with Declan, thanks to that prick Neophyte Micah Preston.
Did he take my Red away? Did he swoop in and save her from me?
No. He didn’t get to save her. My soul already belonged to her, so it was only fair I had hers.
My eyelids snapped open to a white room. There were tubes, wires, and fucking noises that grated on my eardrums. People in masks and gloves fussed over me, doing things to my chest. They were there, and then they were gone.
More pain. More tubes. More blood.
But no Lexi.
I bolted up and staggered off the bed. Someone shouted, but I paid them no attention. When I tried to stand, the tubes on my arm pulled me back, so I yanked them out, blood spurting across my pale flesh.
A man in a white coat rushed toward me and attempted to force me back onto the bed.
Fuck that.
I punched him, pain exploding through my body with the movement. Instead of succumbing to it, though, I stormed to the left on shaky legs. Another guy, bigger this time, came at me, but I shoved him against the wall, my fingers wrapping around his throat.
“Lexi,” I snarled, baring my teeth like a predator. “Where the fuck is Lexi?”
He coughed and tried to break my grip, his fingers slipping over mine.
“Lexi.” The need to find her seared my veins like liquid fire. “Lexi? Where. Is. Lexi?”
“Killian!”
That sweet voice penetrated the crimson haze bleeding around me, and I turned as my beautiful Red sprinted into the room. Her face was panicked as she pulled me away from the man, and I latched onto her.
“There you are, baby,” I whispered, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “I didn’t leave you. Did someone steal you?”
“I’m here, Kill.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “No one took me away.”
If I could melt into her and disappear, I would.
She cursed. “You’re burning up. You need to get back in bed.”
“Only if you come with me.”
A commotion of hospital staff unfolded in the room as Lexi led me back to the bed, but a gruff, dangerous voice sliced through it.
“Let her stay, and don’t even think about shooting him with that tranquilizer, or you’ll all be fired.”
I peered over Lexi’s shoulder to find Gage glaring daggers at a nurse clutching a needle as he scurried out of the room. When my friend’s gaze met mine, his lips twitched into a smile before he vanished out the door.
“You have to let someone put your IV back in.” Lexi climbed into the bed, breathing a sigh of relief when I settled in next to her.
My arm flopped onto the mattress, blood leaking out of it. “Fine. Just stay with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
With Lexi safely beside me, I stared into her blue eyes, getting lost like an abandoned ship at sea. Except, I wasn’t lost or abandoned anymore. She was the lighthouse that pulled me out of the treacherous course I’d been drifting on for the last few years and back to safety, back to her.
I was finally home again.
Lexi curled against me, her head resting on the right side of my chest, sleeping soundlessly in my arms. The faint beeping of theheart monitor didn’t annoy me as much when her steady breaths accompanied it.
A few days had passed since I killed my stepfather. Arcane did a good cover job, constructing a story that Stan had a secret drug addiction and the wrong people found out. They wanted to blackmail him, and he refused. As the dutiful son, I’d gone to help, but the would-be extortionists shot us and fled the scene.
