She slowly looks around, side to side, as if to make sure no one else is around—as if this is a secret not meant to be heard.
“The rebellion,” she whispers.
Her confession has me standing there, breathless. I’m frozen in disbelief that this is even real.
Is it, though?
Is this my mind finally giving in to months of sleepless nights and endless questions, or is this my acceptance? Overcome by fatigue, my shoulders drop, waving the imaginary white flag. Delusion or not, I don’t have it in me to fight it anymore.
“I’m Lily.” Her childlike introduction has me looking back in her direction.
“I’m sorry, the rebellion?” I stutter out, looking to grasp onto some sort of reasoning.
“Yes, the souls that have taken refuge from Jasper,” she explains.
That name coming from her lips instantly makes the hairs on the back of my neck raise. With trembling hands, I frantically look around, waiting to finally see the man who has haunted my subconscious for the last six months.
When I finally look back at her again, I see that the sadness in her eyes is all too genuine as she makes her next confession. “We know about your sister.”
My chest tightens, and I find myself stumbling back, fighting between logic and my gut instinct. On one hand, this could be another one of Jasper’s tricks. Another one of his fucking mind games. But I can’t get past everything she’s told me so far.
I need answers, and who knows how long I have before my mind shifts and I’m no longer here. This is the closest I’ve gotten to some sort of answer to the endless questions that have beenfestering for months. My gut tells me she’s telling the truth, and that she’s someone I can trust.
“Do you know where she is?” I ask, not bothering to hide the desperation in my voice.
“We’ve been told Jasper has her, her soul, anyway,” she admits.
Her truth overwhelms me. He is real? And he truly has her?
The guilt bleeds through me, and my breaths become sporadic. It’s my fault she died. I should have been there. It should have been me, not Nik. I hear Lily’s pleas for me to stay, but the mixed emotions of guilt and fear are too much. Her voice drifts away as I’m jerked once again through the darkness.
My surroundings morph around me, and I’m forced back to the reality of the dance floor. I drop to my knees, catching my breath.
The sense of someone watching me makes me shift, but focusing seems futile as dizziness still engulfs me. Faces blur, but the urge to find the source draws me to look up at the balcony. But it’s empty.
Finding my bearings, I try to stand back up. Ricky, already climbing the steps, puts his arm under mine to help me stand completely.I tremble, and I can tell Ricky feels my instability.
“Myssa, are you ok?”
"Yeah, I think so. I’m not sure what just happened.” My feet are unsteady, but I manage to stand on my own..
“Let's get you to the bar and get you a drink. I think you’ve been up here too long.” He takes my hand, and I nod.
Chapter 8
Zayne
Darren unlatches the rope to the staircase and I nod quietly at him as he stands guard so that no patrons try to sneak into my office. As I make my way onto the balcony, I take a moment to appreciate the success of the club. All the hard work is paying off. Looking over at the bar, I see Vix entertaining a few men with her talent of making multiple drinks at one time. I can’t help but chuckle. She’s got them eating out of her hand. Knox was right, she fits right in. Turning, I grab my keys out of my pocket, I hesitate as my equilibrium falters and I’m forced to grip the doorframe. That familiar sensation that had washed over me days ago in the elevator, and then in the flea market, hits me again, drawing me to one conclusion.
She’s here.
After opening the door, I throw my jacket on the couch in the corner, swiftly moving around my desk to check the camera feed. The moment she crossed the threshold of Frequency, the shift in the air was unmistakable. Confirmation that there’s something about her that makes her unique. I hadn’t anticipated how strong her force was. That pull to her is so deep within me, we’re like two magnets meant to combine as one.
Looking at the camera feed, I can’t take my eyes off of her. I can’t help but watch her moving through the club with Knox. An overwhelming urge to kick the head of my security’s ass for touching her overtakes me.
Jesus, where the fuck did that come from?
Knox takes her to the elevator and to the floor just below me. As she makes her way to the bar, she hugs Knox and stares at Vix, who gives her a quick hug over the bar.
