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“Okay,” he whispers, hanging his head. “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent.” Ash flashes him a wolfish grin. “Jax.”
Jax steps closer, full of dark black violence and barely contained rage. There’s a manic look in his blue eyes, his monster is in full control.
“W–w–wait! I said I'd do it!” Brandon cries out, trying to move back in his chair.
“Yes, you did,” Ash agrees, giving Jax a nod. “But don’t worry. Jax spent a summer training as a medic in South Africa, so he knows how to leave you alive.”
Before Brandon can say anything more, Jax pulls his fist back and hits him so hard in the chest that the chair topples over. Brandon lets out a scream of pain, but Jax just hauls him back up and keeps going, his fists becoming splattered with blood. Brandon’s screams eventually turn to moans and gurgles, soon stopping completely.
Ash, Kai, and I stand sentinel, witnesses to the rage that lives in our brother.
“That’s enough, Jax,” Ash commands.
The sound of fists hitting meat stops and is replaced with Jax’s panting breaths. I watch as blood drips off his still clenched hands, leaving drops of red on white, creating another pattern on the tiles.
“Let’s untie him. I’ll call clean up and tell them to dump him outside Brompton General,” Ash orders, and we follow like the good soldiers that we are.
* * *
LILLY
I toss and turn in Loki's bed until the sun kisses the sky and I finally drift off into a fitful sleep.
I'm running in the dark, bare trees all round me, their branches reaching out to scratch at me and tangle in my hair. I'm utterly lost, and I just can't find them; the ones that keep me safe. My heart starts pounding as raw panic takes over. I call out their names in desperation, not caring if the creatures of the night hear me. Tears pour down my icy cheeks as I run, the cold seeping into my veins.
I stumble, my naked feet, sore and bleeding, but I can't stop. I must find them. I trip over a rock and fall down, only I don't hit the ground like I expect. Instead, I'm engulfed in a sticky liquid warmth, the colour of rubies. I realise with a jolt that I'm in a churning sea of blood. I frantically kick my legs in a bid to reach the surface, my lungs burning with the need to breathe. Just as I feel the cool air brush my fingertips, something wraps round my ankle dragging me back down.
I open my lips to scream, tasting copper, as my mouth and lungs fill with warm blood. I can't breathe. I always thought drowning would be a peaceful way to die, but this burns like there's a fire raging inside me, charring and blackening my insides…
“Lilly!” I hear a familiar voice shout as someone shakes me. “Lilly, baby, breathe!” the voice commands, and I take in a huge rasping breath. The sweetness of pure air replacing the copper taste.
Gasping, my eyes snap open, and my vision is filled with the stunning green of emeralds. As I take another deep breath, the scent of copper evaporates to be replaced by warm vanilla cookies and cold nights spent by the fire.
“Loki!” I rasp, my throat sore and burning like I've been screaming for hours.
He’s kneeling on the bed next to me and I throw my shaking arms round his neck, holding him tightly to me whilst I try to blink the nightmare away. His own arms band round me, pulling me close.
“You wouldn't breathe,” he says, his whole body trembling. His heart is pounding hard underneath his t-shirt. “I couldn't get you to breathe.” His voice wobbles as he draws me even closer, eliminating any space between us.
“I was drowning,” I rasp out. “In a sea of blood. I was trying to find you all. I was so lost, Loki,” I choke out, knowing that I'm not making any sense.
“Shhhh, it's okay, I'm right here, Pretty Girl,” Loki soothes as his hands stroke my back and hair in a bid to calm me down, and I think, to assure himself that I'm okay.
“I couldn't find you. You were gone,” I sob, feeling the heart wrenching terror of my nightmare all over again. Tears trace down my hot face, and I'm powerless to stop them.
Loki pulls away, using one hand to grip my chin and bring my gaze to his, which is full of fire. There’s also a haunted look in his eyes, and a flash of unease runs through me.
“We will never leave you,” he says fiercely. “We will always find you.”
My lips crash into his in a messy kiss, full of passion, and the need to discover for myself that he truly is here. He kisses me back just as savagely, his hands pulling me to his hot body again, gripping me hard.
He pushes me down, lips locked with mine until I'm lying on my back and he's nestled between my legs. I'm naked like I promised, so I can feel his dick growing hard against my bare pussy, the thin fabric of his sweats the only barrier between us.
He gently brushes the hair back from my face with his long fingers, looking into my eyes with such intensity I shiver.
“Lilly Darling,” he starts, biting his lower lip, which is ridiculously sexy. He seems...nervous, which is so unlike him that the nightmare melts away as I wonder what he’s thinking. Then something steels in his gaze.
