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He pulls, and this time, I’m not strong enough. Not heavy enough to stop the massive biker from yanking me away from his body. My fingers slip from the holes with a horrible squelch, and another scream pierces the air.
“No!” I snarl, kicking, punching, scratching the air in hopes something lands. “NO!” I rear back, blind with panic, and something cracks into the back of my head.
“Fuck!” Callum yelps, his grip on me loosening enough for me to wriggle free. I crawl on hands and knees to Kain, deaf to Callum’s howls of pain as I shove my fingers back into those holes. If I can stop the bleeding, if I can just stop the bleeding—
“You fucking cunt!” The roar from behind me is a whisper on the wind, a blip on my radar. I need to stop the bleeding, I need to save him, need to save him, need to save Kain.
“You stupid fucking bitch. You’re not even worth it at this point.”
Someone cocks a gun behind my head, but I pretend not to hear it—pretend not to notice how similar it sounds to that night all those years ago.
I look down at Kain, at that face I love so desperately.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my chest cracking wide open. “Sorry I never told you I love you.”
Bang!
CHAPTER FIFTY
GHOST
I squeeze the trigger at the same moment Callum raises his weapon to the back of Lillith’s skull, and I can’t help but smile as that familiar sound fills the air.
Bang!
Callum’s eyes go blank, and he sways on his feet, a trickle of blood flowing from that perfect little circle in his head.
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi.
I mime an explosion with my fist as the body hits the ground, finally letting loose the laugh I’ve been holding in.
I still got it.
I sit back on my heels, rubbing out that ever-throbbing kink between my shoulders as I lower the barrel to the dirt. My body screams, but I ignore it as usual as I rise to my feet.
I press a button at the side of my mask, and the vision sharpens, homes in on the lovebirds at the end of Callum’s driveway. Lillith’s face is white, nearly as stark as her lover, bleeding out despite her fingers shoved into those wounds. She knows—just as I do—that he’s going to die if he doesn’t get some medical help, and soon.
I pause at the top of that hill, debating my next move carefully.
You could just leave, that selfish, insidious part of me sneers. Your services ended when Lillith was deemed free, and she most certainly is now that Callum is disposed of. Let him die—watch his lover struggle to grasp that thread of life in her hands.
But… that boy in the cell. The one with the fire in his eyes, in his heart… my friend.
“Fuck me,” I grumble, pressing another button at the side of my mask. A list of contacts swarms in front of my vision, and I scroll through until I find the number I want.
The line rings once, twice, and a shaky voice springs from my headset. Terrified, just the way I like it.
“Hello, Dr. Slater,” I croon. “I’m going to need to call in that favor you owe me.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
LILLITH
I’m alive. I’m alive. How the hell am I alive?
My body trembles from the aftershock, the reverberating thud of that body—Callum’s body—just behind me.
He’s dead. He’s dead. How the fuck is he dead?
