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Did any of them die for anything other than some power struggle they had nothing to do with?
“Sam,” I called his name weakly, staring at the door like he would come back and this would all be a sick joke.
I knew he was gone. I had lost him too, and losing someone that was still alive hurt twice as badly as losing someone who was dead. One would rot and the other would go on without you.
Nothing could make me understand why he chose to betray us too. My heart had no more pieces left to dismantle. The pain in my chest felt as if it would rip me apart.
“Nyx,” Addy called out to me, sounding as defeated as I felt, and just as confused.
Turning away from Butcher and Gwen as much as I could, I pulled my knees to my chest and dropped my forehead down.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat like that. It could have been minutes or hours. The door opened and closed, but I remained as I was until there was a tug on my cuffs and then they sprang open.
Lifting my head, I watched him pocket the keys my brother had left, and then finally met his stare. There wasn’t judgment, pity, or anger, just understanding reflected back at me.
“Come on,” he said gently, helping me off the floor. “You walk out of here with your head high, and then you fall apart when we get in the car.”
I nodded numbly, leaning into the arm he wrapped around me, letting him lead me. “Butcher and Gwen are—.”
“It’s being handled.”
He tossed the keys to Zane so he could free Addy, and some unspoken message passed between them that I didn’t care to decipher.
I barely noticed the old building being swarmed with Venom and acolytes. All I could think about right then was making it to the car.
Chapter Fifteen
quince
I had never learned to cry pretty.
My tears were the kind that left stains on my cheeks and made my eyes puffy. They weren’t diamond-shaped or quiet and they had come at a time I was raw from the inside out. But today, I managed to pull myself together enough to be where I was.
Standing in front of his door, I inhaled a deep breath and then pushed it open.
Two weeks.
That’s how long it had been since my mind was obliterated by scandal and betrayal, and my heart fell to pieces all over again.
One week ago they woke Cam up.
Entering his room, everything was the same as before only this time his mother had gone, and he was propped up and staring blankly at a television Cobra had brought in.
I ignored his uncovered skin, and how it was no longer smooth, instead focusing on his fresh trim and shave. He looked older somehow, not entirely in a bad way.
When he swung his steely gaze to me I paused
mid-step. There was so much devastation in his eyes it lashed at the unsteady wall I’d placed around my emotions before coming in here.
What once sweet had turned vile.
I knew he was aware of all that had happened and maybe more.
Luce and Ice made it a point of spending large portions of time with him, but sometimes there were certain things we hid from others as to not feel vulnerable or weak. I knew what he needed to do that he wouldn’t in front of them.
He didn’t say anything, he just stared, battling the grief I knew tore at everything inside him. One tear rolled down his cheek and the dam broke.
I went to his side without him asking and perched beside on the bed, wrapping my arms around him as he broke down. His sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then his walls came down brick by brick.
