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“No. Ash. Be gentle with him. Either way, it’s not his fault, whether he’s in love or caught in a spell.”
“Hm.” He jams his feet into his boots. “You’re right, I should pay him a visit, talk to him. If what you say is true and he’s so exhausted, it’s not like he can run away from me.”
“Ash!”
“What? Desperate times, desperate measures, sweets.”
“Promise me not to hurt him.”
“Why does everyone think the worst of me?” he mutters, and strangely he sounds sad. “Good night. Keep Sindri safe from himself. I’ll do my best for Jax.”
“It’s all I can ask for,” I whisper and turn back to our fae boy, vowing to give him what he needs to get him back on his feet.
12
JASON
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, head bowed. I had to leave practice early because I was afraid I’d pass out, black spots eating at my vision with every move I made, and then I came here and… can’t find the energy to take off my T-shirt.
Dammit.
I was supposed to meet with Ophelia tonight. She said she had to talk to me. Work on the magic somehow… Not sure how she wants to do this. I trust her, of course. She wants the best for me. And if she hasn’t come around to see me today it’s because I wasn’t in… and we don’t share any classes.
Strange, that.
But maybe it’s not.
I’ve been sitting here, my head pounding, consciousness kind of slippery, hoping she’ll come around and help me, but it’s been a while…
A feeling comes over me. It feels like disappointment, it feels like anger… and frustration. I’m missing someone.Mia, I think, her face flashing in my mind. And the others.
I don’t like being alone. It reminds me too much of the past. Loneliness and locked rooms and cages. What I want is to get out of here, run under the stars. What I really want is to be with Mia and the guys, not clinging to thoughts of a girl who doesn’t give a shit about me, who—
Ow fuck. My magic pulls, making me arch up, and that in its turn pulls on the wound and I grit my teeth as the stitches burn.Stop. No.
Ophelia loves me, she’s here to help me,oh fuck, please…I blink fucking tears from my eyes as the pull lessens, my head hurting like a bitch, my thoughts losing shape.
Ophelia is the one I want, and she’ll come. I let my head fall forward. My hands are shaking where they hang between my legs. I need to be patient, to trust in her. She’s trying to find a way to help us. It takes time and effort, it takes—
“Jax! Open up!” Someone is banging on my door, making it shake in its frame. “Look, I’ve had a couple of hellish days and my patience is wearing thin. Open this fucking door or I swear I’ll break it down. It won’t be the first one I break down tonight.”
Ashton?
I blink, puzzled. What is he doing? “Go away!” I yell or try to yell, my voice thready. “Fuck off.”
He doesn’t seem to hear me because he bangs some more, then puts his shoulder in it and shoves, opening it.
Did he just break my lock?
“Hey.” I start to get up—but blackness rushes in as I get my feet under me and I have this funny feeling of falling. Am I falling? There is no up and down, only void.
“Jax!” Something stops the fall and I find myself sitting once more, after a second or an hour, hard to tell, my head pushed down between my legs. “Goddamn, man. I thought I told you to stay in bed.”
“You’re not the boss of me, Ash,” I mumble, still feeling two seconds from passing out or puking my guts. “Let me up.” I fight his hand, slapping at him until he relents and lets me straighten. “Why are you here?”
“Checking on you, asshole. Why the hell were you out of bed and training?Training, motherfucker, when you almostdiedlast night?”
He sounds so intense, like he’s really worried, and I can’t take it.
