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She wasn’t gone.
She wasn’t.
It had to be some sort of mistake.
Hell, for all we knew, Asher could’ve put this smokescreen in place in order to protect her, an extreme measure to hide her away from Carson until things calmed down.
He had his secrets. We all knew that. This could easily be one of them. It definitely wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
Yeah. That was it. It was pretend. Just staged.
It hadn’t been her in that car.
If we’d been able to get close enough to check, we’d already be feeling that relief now.
As if the flames hadn’t been enough of an obstacle, the Infidels had started to move in, and then sirens had sounded shortly after, forcing us from the area all too soon.
Caleb and his team hadn’t found Asher.
He was in the fucking wind.
We believed Carson had him, and we were in the process of determining it for sure.
We’d find him and then he’d tell us that Aurora was secured away somewhere and that the car explosion had been a ruse to get our enemies off her back.
Yeah. I knew it. I just knew it.
It couldn’t be any other way.
I wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.
“I love you, Killian.”
I’d been replaying her words outside Fusion a few days ago over and over in my mind, holding onto them with all my might, for all they were worth—which was every fucking thing.
I’d known it before her beautiful confession, I’d known it deep down that she was it for me. That there’d been absolutely no going back for me. No going back to a time before I’d met her, before I’d known her. Before I’d loved her.
But having her express the same, knowing she felt just as deeply for me as I did for her… there had never been anything like that feeling for me ever. I couldn’t imagine anything ever coming close to comparing to it. I didn’t want anything to either.
Nothing would sully it. Nothing would take it away. Not even this fake death of hers.
And I believed in her.
I knew how capable she was.
She was fine.
She would always be fine because of who she was, regardless of our involvement. I didn’t want her to have to fight alone like that now that she had us, but it didn’t change the fact that she could, that she had that ability.
There was no fucking way she’d perished in that explosion.
It hadn’t been real. It hadn’t been her.
There was just no way. At all.
I looked down at my phone in my free hand, staring at a photo I’d taken of her wrapping her arms around my waist on my bike just before we’d taken off on one hell of a ride. It had been the first time she’d actually ridden with me, instead of alongside me on her Harley. I smiled at the beaming look in her electric-blue eyes, her excitement, and just how free she’d been that day. How happy. With me. Because of me.
“Kill?”
