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I smell the metallic scent of spilled blood.
What are they doing to Ezra?
And where are they taking me?
I force my eyes open and turn my head to look at Blue.
Violet eyes grab onto mine and chase away the nightmares. They hold on.Sheholds on.
Even after what I said to her.
Even when I don’t deserve for her to care.
There she stands in the middle of my storm, dancing within the chaos.
This woman isn’t Red. She isn’t a calming influence who can’t understand what’s in my head as she kisses all the bruises.
No.
Blue has bruises of her own. And because of whatever happened in her life before I showed up, she’s somehow able to see the same nightmares in me that she’s endured as well. I doubt her scars are identical to mine, but she has as many as me, except hers are all hidden inside.
Breaking my stare with her, I glance at Granger. His eyes are targeting me until an employee walks up, needing his attention.
I can’t help but smirk.
It must suck being in charge.
When problems pop up, you have no choice but to drop what you’re doing and run to fix them.
Granger glances my direction, his eyes narrowed. He steps forward to follow the employee but stops, his indecision obvious.
After what I assume is an internal argument he’s having with himself, Granger finally gives in and follows the employee, his gaze dancing between me and Blue until he descends the stairs to the first floor.
Now that he’s out of sight, I return my attention to Blue.
She’s staring back at me, her own internal struggle occurring. But like Granger, she gives in and exits her cage, descends her set of stairs then storms in the direction of the back rooms.
Chuckling at the way her fake, black wings bounce behind her, I follow a few feet behind, giving her space while keeping pace.
Choosing a room, Blue opens the door then steps in. It takes me a few seconds to reach the room to step in behind her.
I close the door then turn to lean against it.
Blue is standing against the opposite wall from me, her expression as tight as her shoulders.
“I know,” I say before she can utter the first word. “I shouldn’t be here.”
Her shoulders shake with soft laughter, tired violet eyes making me nervous. Her lips move like she’s biting the inside of her cheek.
Blue glances down at the floor then back up to me, hesitation now written across her expression.
“It’s me who shouldn’t be here, Champ. Not after what you said.”
“Then why are you here?”
She closes her eyes and rests her head back against the wall. I study everything about her. The way her throat moves when she swallows. The way her shoulders slump with defeat. Her long blue hair is a mess around her body, and her chest heaves with heavy breath from dancing.
Blue is such a magnificent creature, even when she stands like she might collapse.
