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His words penetrated slowly, and her eyes popped open, still expecting to see gray water surrounding her in every direction.
“It’s just the hospital,” Fin said again.
Her vision cleared, the water faded, and in its place was the crisp white of the hospital room.
Her brother hovered above her, and she shrunk away from him.
Since Michael, Fin, and Brady had managed to track her and Dante down, she assumed that they had found Asher, but that didn't mean her brother had forgiven her.
She didn't want to see Fin right now, she wanted Michael. She scanned the room, but he wasn't there. Had something happened to him? Her memories were all fuzzy. She remembered being out in the cold, held tightly against Dante’s chest as Brady attempted to talk him into giving himself up. She remembered Michael’s eyes meeting hers, grounding her, giving her hope that everything would work out okay, keeping her from falling apart. Then she remembered falling, screaming, hitting the water, going under, then nothing …
Obviously, she’d been rescued, but she didn't remember being pulled from the water or being brought here.
What if Dante had also been pulled from the water?
What if he’d hurt Michael?
What if he’d killed him?
Samara could feel her panic rising again.
She needed to see Michael, she needed to know that he was okay, that she hadn't lost him.
“It’s okay,” Fin said, releasing his grip on her shoulders and stepping back as though sensing she didn’t want to see him right now.
If something had happened to Michael she would be completely alone in the world. Her brother hated her for what had happened to his son because of her, so she didn't foresee them having a relationship into the future. She didn't have any other family, so Michael was it for her.
“I'm sorry.”
Confused, she looked at Fin. Was he talking to her? Why would he be saying sorry to her? He hadn't done anything. She was the one who had almost cost him his son.
“What?” she asked.
Fin ran his hands through his dark hair making it stand up on end. “You almost died because of me.”
“Because of Dante,” she corrected. Fin had nothing to do with that delusional man’s behavior.
“No, because of me. You sacrificed yourself for Asher.” Fin turned his back to her, but she could see his shoulders shaking.
This was it.
He was about to unleash his anger on her.
She would lie here and take it because what else could she do?
She deserved it.
She deserved every single thing he was going to say to her.
Samara steeled her shoulders and prepared herself for the onslaught she knew was coming.
“At the house yesterday, when the stalker called you to tell you where to go to trade yourself for Asher, I brushed you off, because of that, you just went to your stalker without any backup. If he had killed you, I never would have forgiven myself. I wasn’t angry with you about your stalker, what he did wasn't your fault. Yesterday I was just scared. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”
She didn't know what to say.
That was the last thing she had expected to hear from her brother.
“It’s okay,” she said. Of course he was scared, his two-year-old son was in danger, and she was the convenient target for his fear because it was her fault.
