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“Then get the fuck out of my way,” I snarl as I climb up on the bed and straddle Calix’s waist.
“Miss, you can’t—”
I pull my gun and point it at the doctor. "Either help me or get the fuck out."
He freezes. One of the nurses moves over to Calix. "If you are going to give him CPR, the tube needs to be removed," she tells me calmly as she extracts the tube from his throat.
I nod, putting my gun away, and I begin chest compressions, counting under my breath.
“Touch her, and I’ll rip your hands off,” Rémy growls, and I assume someone was going to try and stop me.
“I’m calling security,” one of them yells as I lean down and pinch Calix’s nose and cover his mouth with mine. I breathe into him, willing him to live, before I sit back up and pump his chest again.
My arms shake with exhaustion, but I keep going. When I’m lifted off the bed, I scream and fight, but Rémy’s lips at my ear stop me. “Let me help.”
I nod and move to Calix’s head, letting Rémy do chest compressions while I breathe for him.
When security arrives to remove us, I pull my gun and fire a warning shot. They clear out pretty quickly after that.
“Please, baby. Please don’t do this to me,” I beg when I hear the bones in his chest crack.
I breathe for him, my tears soaking us both, but then I feel it. I turn my head and place my cheek against his lips, and I feel his breath on my skin.
“He’s breathing.” I look up at Rémy, who nods.
“Get help. I’ll watch him.”
I run out of the room and nearly collide with the doctor. “He’s breathing.”
The doctor scowls at me before heading back into the room.
“Miss, you need to come with me.” The security guard grabs my arm.
I look behind me and give in. As long as they keep working on Calix, I’ll go. I don’t want anything to distract them. I nod and allow the guard to lead me to the elevator. He hits the button for it, and we wait in silence. It dings, signaling its arrival.
When it opens, I take a step and jump when a gunshot rings out. The guard drops to the floor, and I find myself face-to-face with a ghost.
“Dorian?” I gasp.
“Surprise.”
Moisture floods my mouth, and I throw up all over the floor. He yanks my arm and pulls me into the elevator. I distantly hear Rémy’s roar, but it’s as if I’m underwater. Dark spots appear before my eyes, and when I feel a sharp prick in my neck and everything starts to fade, I welcome the darkness.
* * *
When I wake up,I know something is wrong. My shoulders and arms are killing me. I try to move them and find that the reason they hurt is because my wrists are bound together and I’m hanging from them.
It takes my pounding head a second to remember what happened, and when I do, I feel my pulse quicken and my breathing pick up. I fight to get it under control before anyone notices.
Cracking open my eyes, I’m thankful the room is dark. I don’t think I could handle bright light right now. I don’t sense anyone else in the room with me, but I take a minute to even out my breathing, just in case. Once I’m sure I’m alone, I fully open my eyes. It takes a minute to focus before I shift through the shadows and realize I’m in a barn. Not just any barn, either. The one at the back of my property.
The breeze blows over my skin, and I realize I’m only wearing panties. Taking stock of my injuries, I assess if I hurt in places I shouldn’t. Apart from my arms and head, I think I’m okay. I sway my body and kick out my feet, which aren’t bound, trying to see if I can dislodge myself. All it does is intensify the pain in my arms.
The door to the barn bangs open, and in walks Dorian with the cocky swagger I once found so attractive.
“Ah, you’re awake. Good. I wouldn’t want you to miss any of the good stuff.”
“How?” I choke out as he steps closer with what looks like a cattle prod in his hand.
