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The shock made me remain there for a short second... but only for that, before the realization that Bea could have also been in danger hit me.
I couldn’t give a fuck about the surrounding roar or the crowd of desperate students running all over the place. I just needed to get to her. Adrenaline replaced all fears, but as I was getting closer to Bea, I realized what the madness was really about — Jenna.
Someone fucking shot Jenna!
My heart thumped, as I was still trying to locate Bea through the crowd.
I finally spotted her somewhere on my right, fighting her bodyguard who was trying to get her to safety.
‘Get her out of here. Now!’ I gave the man a direct order, assuring myself that there would be no chance in hell Mouse would remain exposed to any danger for a second longer.
Maybe she would hate me, and I could perfectly understand her pain, but I would prefer that, just to know she was somewhere safe.
As for my own safety, I couldn’t care less at that moment. Despite the warnings I was getting from my own guard, I ventured to check on Jenna.
The very blood in my veins froze whilst I was checking for her pulse or the slightest sign of a still-beating heart. But the harder I listened, the louder the silence coming from within her was setting into my own soul. She was no longer breathing and as devastating as it may sound, I didn’t know what to grieve most, the death of Freckles, or the impact it would have on Bea.
Madness followed.
Cops.
Reporters.
General panic.
I wish I could say I was the hero Bea needed and I could have predicted all of what happened. But I was only human and the turmoil around me was leaving its imprint on my conscience. It could’ve been Bea instead of Jenna, and I wasn’t there to protect her.
I never shared that thought, not in the hour I held her tightly to my chest trying to calm her down, and not in the days that followed.
Brax showed up as soon as he could, dismissing anyone who got in his way in coming to check if Bea had been hurt. Diplomacy was the quality he lacked most, so after almost publicly dismantling his guards, he left to speak with the police.
‘Cole, was I the target?’ Bea whispered out of the blue, turning to face me.
Her question took me by surprise, freeing a thought that was already roaming my mind. Yet one that I didn’t want to consider true. ‘I don’t know yet, Mouse... I just don’t know,’ I pressed her so hard against my chest that I was in danger of smothering her to death. ‘I will always protect you. ALWAYS!’ I sealed my promise with a kiss, even if in reality, it was sealed withthe very blood running through my veins.
I would never let anything happen to her.
NEVER.
Brax soon returned. The police didn’t know shit... like that would surprise any of us. Still, the dumb-fuckers needed statements, and it was either me or Bea giving them.
I took one for the team, remaining behind as Brax took her home to Ferris.
In the meantime, I tried making myself useful and learning a few things, but no one seemed to know any more than I’d already seen. It was a fucking mystery. One that needed immediate elucidation. We had to find out who the killer was before Mouse would be next on his list.
I returned to Feris’s place late that evening, to discover that Bea wasn’t in her room. I couldn’t say it came as a surprise, but wherever she might have been, I needed to be there with her. Most chances she ended up in Ferris’s room, and there was nothing on Earth stopping me from going there.
The door was unlocked, so I just let myself in, not wanting to disturb her in case she would have been sleeping.
‘Who said four’s a crowd?’ I shrugged, seeing Bea, Ferris, and Brax awake and lying on the bed.
‘Doesn’t anyone knock in this house?’ Strangely enough, it was Bea who was more revolted than Ferris at my intrusion.
‘It’s not like I could stumble onto something that would shock me... more like something I could join.’ Oh, if only the situation would have been different…
However, I didn’t want to push things further. I just made room between her thighs, trying to get some rest.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I could hear the distressed anger she was manifesting.
