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Sirens.

Everything.

“My name is Sophie,” the young woman announced as she fixed a mask on Cassie’s face for oxygen.

“Drake,” I answered. “This is Cassie.”

“Do you know how long she’s been in that box, Drake?” she questioned as we flew along the streets of town, Sophie somehow completely steady and calm as she went about checking blood pressure.

“A few hours at least,” I answered, pressing my fingers to my temple. “What’s going on? Is she going to be okay?”

Sophie sat a little taller when she turned to me. “She’s still breathing on her own, which is a good sign. But whether it’s been enough to keep the oxygen flowing through her brain, we don’t know. Her blood pressure is low. Really low. So we need to get as much help into her body as we can and hope it does the rest.”

I swallowed hard, knowing there was nothing else I could do.

This was Cassie’s fight now.

And she was strong as fucking hell.

“Are you her boyfriend?” Sophie asked as she took a tiny needle and inserted a line into the back of Cassie’s hand.

I almost laughed at that being the question, rather than why was she buried in a box out there?

“Fiancé.”

She smiled. “That’s great. How long have you been together?”

“Three weeks.”

She paused for a second, her hands stilling before she finally smiled and picked up the bag of fluid, holding it between her shoulder and chin so it would do its job. “Wow. When you know, you know.”

I didn’t have to think about it.

“I know.”

CASSIDY

Four Months Later

Let me out.

Please, just let me out.

I felt like I was screaming, but the words would only come out as a whisper.

No one would hear me if I couldn’t scream.

Help.

Drake?

Aspen?

Eden?

I scratched at the lid of the box, my nails digging into the wood, layer after layer, peeling it back until my nails began to pop off. One after another, I was left with bloody fingers, dripping down onto my face.

Please, someone, please.

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