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Hey, don’t be alarmed, okay? But there was a fire in the Heathens’ mansion and Creigh came to save me, but he got himself in trouble with the others. He’s okay, just unconscious. Can you and Remi come to pick him up?
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The Heathens’mansion is in full chaos—half of it is burned and almost unrecognizable. A madness of students, firefighters, and medics crowd the circular driveway, but Remi and I manage to carry an unconscious Creigh out and to the car.
Anni is with us every step of the way. Her face is covered in snot and smoke, and she’s wearing Creigh’s hoodie.
She seems distraught, her usual cheerful expression muted, and her eyes don’t leave Creigh, even after he’s in the back seat.
I lean against my car and pretend to watch the firefighters, the Heathens’ guards, and any individual who comes into my vicinity.
However, no matter how much I search, I can’t find a trace of Nikolai. The lump that I haven’t quite been able to swallow remains unmoving at the back of my throat, obstructing my breathing.
Maybe he’s not here. Maybe he’s in the penthouse.
But even I know that’s wishful thinking.
Pretending to be nonchalant, I face Anni. “Is everyone else okay?”
That sounded innocent enough.
“Jer got hurt.” She sniffles, tears gathering in her eyes.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Anni.” Remi rubs her shoulder.
I can’t even bring myself to comfort her as the doomsday feeling spreads in my brain like wildfire. He’s always with Jeremy, so what if…what if…
“If it weren’t for Nikolai and Creigh, I don’t know what would’ve happened to him,” Annika says with a sniffle.
“Nikolai helped?” I take an obscene amount of pride in how collected I sound.
“Yeah, he barged in with these smoke masks and stuff like a bull.” She smiles, but it soon drops. “I don’t like that he beat up Creigh, though.”
I release a breath. If he has the energy to hit someone, that means he’s fine. My gaze flits to Creigh, who’s probably unconscious because of that fucker.
Jesus.
After we say our goodbyes, I’m about to get in the car, when I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
I don’t know why I do it, but I look up at the balcony where I first saw the Heathens and Nikolai on that initiation night. It feels like forever ago.
One thing hasn’t changed, though. He’s still far away. It doesn’t matter how many times I touch him, how many times I kiss him. At the end of the day, we go back to our respective worlds.
And who made it that way, genius?
Nikolai’s hair is loose, haphazard strands framing his face and flying in the wind. Smudges of black cover his cheeks, his nose, and his naked chest.
He’s crossing his arms and watching me with narrowed eyes. I run my gaze over him and he seems okay.
Probably.
Nikolai slams both hands on the railing, fingers tightening around the metal, and leans forward as if he wants a better look at me. Even from this distance, I can almost feel his muscles tightening.
“Bran?”
I startle and turn my attention to Remi, who’s frowning.
“What are you looking at?”
