Good.
I moved toward the back room and paused to listen. All I could hear was their labored breathing and a wet cough.
Entering, I saw Lucas open his eyes.
“It’s time to move,” I grabbed his arm and lifted. “Y’all aren’t dying in a pharmacy. My Taryn may need you.”
Adrian’s eyes cracked open at the sound of her name. Both of their eyes were completely clear, if not a little red-rimmed.
Maybe Adrian was right.
Only time would tell.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BECK
It came in pieces.
Sounds first.
A low rumble, steady and constant, like something vibrating through the floor.
Then heat.
Too much of it was covering my arm.
Then, a low growl that was so loud it made me wince.
My eyes opened slowly, and for a second, everything was blurry. Then the room snapped into focus. I stared at the ceiling, confused about what I was looking at, until I realized I could see each individual grain in the wood.
“What the hell?” I whispered, my voice scratchy from disuse.
The growl came again, and I turned my head slightly.
There was a mess of brown hair covering my arm. I brushed the hair back and gazed at a face I was fairly sure I couldn’t live without.
“Hey, Fox,” I murmured, lifting a hand to touch her face.
I shot up when I realized how hot she was.
“Taryn, wake up.” I ran my hand down her neck.
She was sitting on the floor, leaning back on my bed.
“Hey,” I said, sharper now. “Hey, wake up.”
Nothing.
Not a single twitch or hitch of breath.
My pulse kicked up as I slid my hand to her pulse point.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. It was there, steady and strong.
“Okay,” I muttered in relief. “Okay…”
Another growl.
