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It was that movement that spurred me back into action.
No. No. No.
“Baby,” I cried, following both her and Tamson into the van. He placed her gently down, using a backpack as a makeshift pillow. His shirt was off and pressed against her opened wound.
Dimly, I was aware of the car speeding away, jostling us.
“Be fucking careful!” That was Asher.
“Fix her,” Tamson sneered, eyes beseeching. He had a gun out and aimed at the unknown man.
“I don’t have the proper supplies,” he placated, hands held up as if he was fending off a dangerous criminal. I supposed that, in a way, he was. There was nothing more dangerous than a man in love. We were desperate. Our tiny hold on humanity had snapped the second that bullet pierced Adelaide's stomach; our instincts now reverted back to those of cavemen.
Protect.
I grabbed her cold hand in both of mine.
“You’re going to be okay, Baby Girl. You’re going to be okay.”
My hand trembling, I brushed her hair away from her cheek. She let out a pained gasp, blood trickling in the corner of her mouth.
“You can’t give up, Baby. You need to fight. You need to fight, Baby Girl.”
Her hand was so cold; it almost felt as if I was holding an icicle.
Please be okay. Please be okay.
I had never been an overly religious person, but just then, I sent a silent prayer, a silent plea, up to the heavens. I would give anything for her to remain alive.
I had made so many mistakes, but if she lived, I would strive to become a better person. I would fucking save the world. My soul? It was already lost without her. So if the goddamn devil himself wanted a sliver of it, I would happily offer it up on a silver platter.
I couldn’t - Iwouldn’t- lose her.
But when has God ever listened to me?
* * *
Addie
The kitchen was bustling with activity when I arrived. I spotted Asher first, flipping pancakes on the stove. He was shirtless, his abs accentuated by a light splatter of golden hair dipping down his delectable V. An apron was around his waist, and he hummed a tune beneath his breath.
“Hey handsome,” I said, sneaking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. He startled, a reaction I was beginning to realize was common with these men, but instantly relaxed when he realized it was me. His hand dropped the spatula to hold both of mine, still around him.
“Hey beautiful.”
I nuzzled his back, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Asher’s. Copper, almost. Like blood.
“It smells delicious.” I inhaled deeply. “And I’m not just talking about the food.”
“That was horribly cheesy,” Calax drawled from where he sat at the table, sipping his coffee. I never understood his love for that dark liquid. Sure, I was a coffee drinker myself, but I always needed to add milk and sugar.
I crinkled my nose, and he merely smirked, bringing the cup back to his lips and taking a long sip. Damn. The way his lip connected with that rim…
I never thought the act of drinking coffee could be seductive, but I never had seven boyfriends before.
“Quit eye-humping Calax, Kitten,” Ryder said, gracefully moving into the kitchen. He offered me a chaste kiss on the cheek before sitting down across from Calax, next to Ronan. It was Ronan that turned towards me, his standard white tank top boasting the intricately designed white unicorn.
“You can eye-hump me anytime.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I giggled, releasing Asher to perch on his lap. His hands immediately wrapped around my waist.
