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I wait for her to pull out of the driveway. I turn toward the clubhouse, gazing at the building, unable to ignore the growing sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. How do I face the people behind that door? How do I explain to them that I’ve lost to Anderson once again? I rake a hand through my hair as the frustration in my chest keeps growing with each passing second. It seems like the moment I try to take one step forward; I end up deeper in the ditch that Anderson has dug. Now, everything is a mess. I don’t have the first clue on how to deal with the situation. Maybe if I had killed Anderson in his study last night, I wouldn’t be feeling like such a failure. I would be rotting in jail, but at least, Evanesce would be safe, Graveyard wouldn’t have to lose his license, and my men wouldn’t have to lose their home or deal with any more threats from the asshole.
And Abigail?My subconscious sneers.Would Anderson’s death justify hers?
And maybe that was the reason I’d hesitated to run a bullet through Anderson’s heart because I knew that he was the only one that could lead me to Abigail. I could have an end to everything, but for my own selfish reasons, I’d let my family down. And for the first time ever, I felt unwelcome in the clubhouse – like I didn’t have any right to be there.
I heave another sigh and start toward the house. I’m just about to push the door open when it’s pulled open from the inside.
“Prez!” Hex calls excitedly, throwing his arm around my neck. “I’m so glad you’re back!”
“Did something happen?” I ask, looking around the unusually quiet main room.
“Knix is back,” Hex replies. “He was pretty bruised, so he’s down in the infirmary. He brought Abby back, too, and she….”
I instantly take off toward the infirmary, running as fast as my legs will carry me. Most of the club members are gathered outside Graveyard’s office, whispering among themselves with expressions of worry and anxiety.
“Let me through,” I order, and they instantly create a path amidst gasps of surprise and greetings that I don’t wait to acknowledge. I push open the door to Graveyard’s office, leaving it to slam behind me.
“Where is she?!”
Graveyard looks up and blinks at me in surprise. “Prez!” He stands up from his seat and walks around his desk. “When did you….”
“Where the fuck is Abigail, Graveyard?” I interrupt impatiently. “Take me to her right now.”
Graveyard sighs and shakes his head solemnly. “I’m sorry, Prez. I tried my best, but…,” his voice trails off, and he lowers his head sadly.
“What?” I mutter listlessly. It suddenly feels like the ground has been yanked from beneath me, and I’m left tumbling in a deep, dark pit of nothingness.
* * *
Evanesce
Iwish I knew a way to take away the pain in my Pocus’ eyes. He’s been sitting in the same position for the past two hours, staring at Abigail’s face as if that will somehow wake her up from her deep slumber. He must blame himself for this, along with every misfortune that’s befallen members of the clubhouse lately. He thinks all of this is his fault and won’t share the guilt with anyone. Pocus seems to think he has to bear the responsibilities for everyone around him. It’s always been that way since we were kids. I just wish he’d let me in and share his pains with me. I don’t want to have to take and keep taking from him. I also want to console and protect him, but he won’t let me. He never really lets anyone in…except Abigail, I guess. It must be why he’s so devastated.
I heave a heavy sigh and place my hand gently on his.
“You need to freshen up and get some rest, Pocus,” I say gently. “I’m sure you weren’t able to get any decent sleep at the police station. I’ll stay with her instead.”
“I’ll stay,” he replies quietly.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “For how long? She’s in a coma, for god’s sake. We don’t know when she’ll wake up. Don’t be stubborn and get some rest. I’ll stay with her until you get back.”
Pocus suddenly turns to look at me as if he just got an idea. “Can you try to heal her, Nesce? You can do it, right?”
I shake my head with a heavy sigh. “This isn’t physical pain like Knix’s, frère. Besides, she’s slipped too far. I know you have her hooked up to a life support machine because you want to try every possible way to hold on to her, but I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Please, Evanesce,” Pocus says, taking my hand in his and looking earnestly into my eyes. “I really need your help, Nesce. Abigail can’t die. I…I love her. If she dies, I…I don’t think I can go on. Help me this once, Nesce.”
I look at the pale, unmoving body of Abigail Miller and back at my brother with a heavy sigh. It’s a hopeless situation, but it seems he won’t listen, no matter how much I try to tell him. It’s the first time I’ve seen Pocus so desperate. He’s never asked me for anything, least of all using my gift for him. He’d rather suffer through sickness and pains than have me heal him with my gift, not even when I’ve offered. And now that he needs me, I can’t seem to do anything to help. Sometimes, the universe can be so cruel, and things like destiny and fate seem like such bullshit sometimes. What sort of fate takes away a man’s love after he’s lived such a difficult life? I can’t let fate mess up my brother’s life anymore. If it’s Pocus’ destiny to lead such a pitiful existence, I’m determined to rewrite it for him. He’s always got my back. Now it’s my turn to protect him.
“There may be a way,” I say quietly.
Pocus sits up eagerly. “Really? What way?”
“I can try to share some of my energy,” I reply hesitantly. “Although it’s a long shot, it could work. But it’s not something I’ve ever tried.”
Pocus shakes his head. “Isn’t that dangerous? You could die, Nesce.”
“Or not,” I reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Let me help, Pocus. It might be the only way.”
