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“I love you too.” I lean forward and press my forehead to her clammy one. “Just hold on, Snow.”
“I can’t.”
“You can and you will.”
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
“I know it does, baby. But as soon as we get you out of here, we’ll get you something for the pain, okay? Just hold on, fight for me.”
A loud crack draws my attention from Snow for a moment as the beam that held Wynter a few moments ago falls and hits concrete in a loud crash. We don’t have long. This whole fucking building is going to come down any minute now, and we need to be out of here before that happens.
Two figures appear in the burning doorway, and I’ve never been so relieved to see Storm and Rayne, men who I was raised to despise, who I’ve tried to kill on more than one occasion. They don’t hesitate before jumping into action, moving toward us quickly.
“We don’t have long,” Rayne says, his eyes moving around the patches of fire.
“You lift the other end, I’ll lift this one, and Elijah, carefully pull her free,” Storm commands. He’s moved into work mode like it’s the most natural thing to do right now, but work is the furthest thing from my mind right now. I couldn’t give a shit about my business, or our assets. The only thing on this earth I care about is Snow and getting her to safety.
“Be careful of her neck, she might have a spinal injury,” Rayne says.
I don’t bother pointing out that if we don’t get her out of this building in the next few minutes, we’ll all be dead, so a spinal injury will be the least of her worries.
Another loud crash behind us makes us jump into action, our time is running out rapidly, and while the devil might be ready to meet me, I’m not ready to meet my maker just yet.
“We’re getting you out right now, Snowflake. Just hold on for me.” I lean forward and press a kiss to her chilled temple. “It’s all going to be okay.” I’m not sure which one of us I’m trying to convince with those words, but I find no comfort in them.
“You ready?” Storm asks, his hands braced beneath the huge beam, biceps flexing as his muscles prepare themselves to lift it.
I nod once, kneeling on the ash-covered concrete. I won’t know the best way to free her until I can see what lies beneath the heavy wood. I suspect it will be easier to pull her out under rather than over, but I won’t commit to either until I can assess the situation.
Snow’s cries fill my ears as the beam is carefully lifted from her body. I can’t tell if it’s relief or pain that has broken sobs filling the air, but I don’t have time to think about it either. Although every one of my instincts screams at me to comfort my woman, the logical part of my mind seems to be in charge right now.
I carefully pull the remaining rubble off her body and suck in a ragged breath at the amount of blood soaking through her sweater. My sweet Snowflake is stained with crimson, and I will tear the world apart to make whoever did this pay.
67
Snow
Ithought I was in pain before. In fact, I didn’t think it was possible to be in more pain than I already was, but where I expected to feel relief the moment the beam is lifted from my body, all I felt was agony.
The pain that was localized in my torso before now radiates through my entire body, up my arms, down my legs. It’s everywhere.
Panic flares in Elijah’s eyes as uncontrollable screams tear from my throat, tears soaking my cheeks, but he doesn’t pause. He’s a man on a mission, and that mission is to get me out of this building before the entire thing collapses.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to swallow down the sobs, to be strong at least until we’re out of here, but instead I choke on them. It’s too much. It’s all too much. Mix it with the heat of the flames that grow closer by the second and the overwhelming smoke filling my lungs, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold on.
Elijah pulls rubble from my body as quickly as he can while still being gentle. I almost tell him there’s no point, that no matter what he does, I’m going to be in unimaginable pain, but I can’t speak through it. In fact, every breath is a struggle.
“Elijah,” Storm grunts.
“I’m working on it,” he snaps, lifting a heavy piece of wood from my legs. “I’m almost there, Snow. Just a few more pieces and I’ll get you out of here.”
As soon as the last pieces of debris are lifted from my body I should feel relief, but there’s nothing but agony. I should have told them to leave me. If my injuries are even close to how they feel, I may not make it anyway. I know that’s a dim state of mind, but things are looking pretty bleak right now.
Elijah pushes one arm behind my back and the other beneath my knees, lifting me from under the beam my brothers are struggling to hold, and the moment I’m free, they drop it in a heavy thud.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, quickly standing and striding toward the door that's almost completely engulfed in flames.
I bury my face in his chest, allowing tears to roll down my cheeks and soak through his tactical gear. The heat is too much, the pain is too much, it’s all too fucking much. I’ve never wished for death before, but surely it would be a kinder fate than whatever lay ahead of me.
