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“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Jex says, turning on the SUV and shifting into reverse. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. No, no, no.”
“What? What is it?” Jex’s panic flows into me and I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I can barely breathe or hear as my pulse takes over everything inside of me.
“A bomb. They have a fucking bomb.” Jex panics.
“Awhat?” A shriek. “Aziel and Charlie are in there!” I scream.
“I know. I fucking know!” Jex roars.
The two men notice our car and take out guns from the back of their pants and aim it towards us. In the next second, the SUV is jerked into park. Jex rolls down his window and pulls a gun out of nowhere, putting a bullet in both men’s heads.
“Holy shit.” I say in shock, staring at the two men on the ground, blood pouring from their heads at an alarming pace.
“We have to get out of here.” Jex whips the SUV back into reverse and bolts down the driveway.
Once we get to the bottom of the driveway and onto the street, the night sky lights up.
Boom.
The van rocks, tipping on two wheels and almost falling on its side. I slam against the side, my head slamming into the window and a scream flying out of me with the impact.
When I fall back onto my seat, I scramble up and press my face against the window. A huge yellow glow comes from the house. The windows are smashed open and much of the house is obliterated. What’s left of it is up in flames. Big, angry orange arms curl around the structure of the home, taking it for itself. Burning it till it’s nothing but ash.
“No!” I howl, the word scraping from the deepest part of my vocal cords. The word rips through my chest, splitting me wide open to bleed out everything left in me. “No!” I sob.
“Fuck.” Jex curses, turning the SUV around. When he starts driving away from the destruction behind us, I start screaming.
“Where are you going? We have to go get him?” I cry.
“We can’t! They are dead, Ivy! They’re all dead! I need to get you home.” His voice breaks off at the end, weary and tired. Sorrow and anger fill the cab of the SUV, so much so that it’s stifling, a claustrophobia that makes it hard to breathe.
I lay my head down on the seat, overwhelming sobs tearing from the deepest part of my chest until my throat is raw. The copper taste of blood tints my mouth when my sobs become too much.
This man risked his life for me on many occasions. He fought for me when he had no loyalty towards me. He brought me in his home, his safe place, with not even a name. He nursed me from what I was to what I now am. He brought me back to life. Now it’s too late.
He’s gone.
They are all gone.
My love never stood a chance.
22
Ivy
Iwake up in my bed at the clubhouse. I have no sense of time. The blinds are closed, the bed is empty. No Lilah, no Aziel.
The sheets are cool.
My mind is so disoriented I can barely concentrate on one thought. I feel bone weary and exhausted, mentally, and physically. I’m dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
How did I get here?
I try to recall my last memories. Everything seems like a pile of mush. A bag of chex-mix. No sense of order, just a fucking jumble of this and that.
I curl back in bed, pulling the covers around my neck.
I’m not sure why I feel so ill, but my mind is screaming at me to not investigate it further.
