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My eyes narrowed down on Samara, watching as the small smile curving her mouth faded as her eyes fluttered shut.
I jumped to my feet, not breathing a single word to anyone, and hauled Samara up in my arms as Rhett and Isaac began firing off new commands to the guards and recruits. What was said, I didn’t know, nor did I really give a fuck. I was already out of the emergency exit, running like a Bunsen burner had lit my ass on fire.
With it being so early and the nurse unavailable, I took Samara back to her dorm, trying to keep extra quiet so I wouldn’t wake Sky. When I made it to her bedroom, I wasn’t really sure what else to do other than wrap her with as many warm blankets I could find and lay her in bed, so that’s what I did. I’d have stripped her out of the bathing suit and put new clothes on her, but she’d have woken up and stabbed me with the blade I found hidden under her pillow. I know because I would’ve done the same if it were me in her position.
I should’ve left, but these foreign, terrifying feelings clinging to my bones wouldn’t let me. All I could do was just sit on the carpet by her bed and wait.
THE MINUTES EVENTUALLY turned into hours, and Samara still hadn’t woken up. I didn’t even know why I was still here, sitting on the floor, watching her sleep. Getting up every few minutes to check her breathing, her pulse. Why the thought of walking out that door and leaving her alone ossified me.
I wished that was the worst of it.
The hollowness that lurked in my chest as she lay dead in front of me for the second time still remained, fucking haunting me in ways I never could’ve thought possible. I hated this shit. Hated how vulnerable and worthless I felt seeing her that way, again.How I wanted to hate her but, at the same time, craved nothing more than to hold her close to me. To kiss her sexy, plump lips and then wake her up, choking on a mouthful of my pierced cock.
A phone call vibrating through my jeans had me on my feet and creeping toward the door. This couldn’t have come at a better time because I’d long past overstayed my welcome. Ineededto leave before I did something stupid. Besides, I doubted my face would be the first thing she’d want to see when she woke up anyway.
“Yeah,” I answered when I took my leave and stepped out into the hall, approaching the elevators.
“Where are you?” Rhett asked.
“On a walk,” I lied, internally cringing when the shrilldingbusted me out.
“Bullshit,” he scoffed through the phone. “You’re just now leaving Samara’s room.”
I grunted in response.
“You’ve been there for hours. Is she okay? Did-did she talk to you?”
“She’s still sleeping.”
“Still?”
The devastation in my brother’s voice had me blowing out a painful sigh. “Yeah. Don’t worry though. She’s fine. Her pulse and breathing are normal. I kept track of all of that shit while I was there.”
Rhett let out a deep sigh of his own, falling mute for a moment. “Look, Phantom. I know now probably isn’t the greatest time, but I think we should sit down and talk about this—”
“I agree. Tell Isaac I’m on the way.”
Fighting him over it was just as useless as all that time I’d just wasted hovering over Samara like some covetous creep. Rhett was right. The mutually unspoken and delayed discussion about Samara was inevitable now.
It was time to regroup and, for all of our sakes, pray whatever happened next didn’t end with me having another explosive meltdown.
My fingers inched back to my phone to call Cindy as I walked out the exit, soon hooking around one of my belt loops as I gave myself a moment to really contemplate it.
No, Phantom. You can’t keep calling her every time shit gets too hard for you to handle.
I sighed and continued the trek across the school. Eventually I saidfuck itand called her anyway.
“Killer,” she greeted me, and I scoffed, shaking my head.
“Can youpleasestop calling me that? You know it drives me insane.”
“Which is precisely why I do it.” She chuckled, no doubt grinning through the phone. “Let me guess… Samara passed.”
“It's complicated.” A lump larger than my fist lodged in my throat when another image of her weak, lifeless body invaded my brain. “She drowned again. Her and her partner.”
“Fuck, Phantom. Did-did you manage to revive—”
“Yeah. She’s fine now. They’re both fine.”
