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I sob into his chest as the panic takes hold of me. It grips me tightly, threatening to swallow me whole. But the entire time, Wes is there, whispering encouraging words in my ear and holding me securely.
You’re safe, my soul.
Breathe with me. In and out.
There you go.
Be a good girl for me and do it again, yeah?
My heart aches, and now, it’s not only because of Professor Kammes. I press my face into Wes’s neck, wishing he could be like this all the time. Comforting and kind andsafe.
Wes strokes my hair and holds me until the panic subsides. Once my tears have dried up, he stands, lifting me into his arms. “I have to get moving if I’m going to make this work tonight.”
I don’t want him to leave, but he can’t stay. Not if I ever want to be free of Professor Kammes.
Wes carries me into Kellan’s room and up the stairs before he sets me gently on the bed. He pulls the covers over my body and gently kisses my temple. This is the most he’s touched me all week. Actually, I think tonight is thefirsttime he’s touched me all week.
“How do you want me to kill him?” Wes asks.
“I… I didn’t realize I had a choice.”
“He raped you, not me,” Wes says. “I’d say it’s fitting that you’re the one who gets to decide how he dies.”
I frown. “I don’t think I have a preference.”
“No?”
“Well…” I shift, dropping my gaze. “Maybe make it hurt? Make him sit in the pain?”
I hear the smile in Wes’s voice as he replies, “Of course.”
“Wes?” I ask right as he’s about to turn to leave.
“Yeah.”
“You’re going alone?”
“Cal and Kellan are busy. Don’t know when exactly they’ll be back. Don’t want to wait that long, either.”
“But what if you need help?”
Wes pauses for a second before running a hand through his hair.
“What if he hurts you?” I ask when he doesn’t respond.
“Do you care?”
His question takes me aback. When he turns to look at me, I realize he means it. It wasn’t meant as a jab.
He thinks you don’t. He doesn’t think you care one bit.
And I’m not sure I do. Maybe a little, but I don’t know if that’s my self preservation instincts kicking in or not.
“I think he’s hurt me a lot,” I say quietly. “You’re killing him for me, and that’s dangerous. He’s really strong.”
Wes’s eyes spark with amusement. “I’m stronger, Athelia.”
“But—”
