Page 34 of Savage Sacrifice
“Where to now?” I glance around, noting the fact that we’re not in a hospital like I expected. It seems to be a college campus, with the way the buildings are laid out and the number of people gathered in random spots everywhere.
“This way,” she murmurs, pointing down the road.
I take off beside her. I can’t decide if she’s setting the pace and I’m keeping up, or whether I’m storming ahead and she’s trying to remain at my side. Either way, as we make our way down the block and away from the liveliness, I all but stumble over my own feet when she halts, pointing to the next house on our right.
“That house,” she breathes, and I sense her nerves, but it doesn’t leave me questioning her. I have no time for that.
I don’t stutter, I don’t question, I just run.
My feet can’t carry me quickly enough as I approach the door, barreling through it without care as my heart races so fast it might just beat out of my chest.
A hallway greets me, a set of stairs leading up a level, but noise draws me to the room on my right and I whirl through the opening. I note five figures, two of whom are seated, while the others turn to face me.
Two I don’t care for, not when there’s a flash of silver from the third.
I bolt, encasing her in my arms as a sob tears from my lips in disbelief. Delicate hands cautiously wrap around my middle as I breathe her in.
All I can see is the silver of her hair.
All I can feel is the softness of her skin.
All I can smell is home.
All I can taste is the sweetness of her skin as I press a kiss to her cheek.
“Polaris,” I rasp, leaning back to capture her chin. I stroke my thumb down her face, awe cracking me open and letting me bleed out without care as a whoosh of relief claims me.
A soft, nervous smile plays on her lips as she places her hand over mine, leaning into my touch.
She’s standing right in front of me.
She’s truly here.
I didn’t die for nothing.
My heart is fucking whole.
My mind spirals, thought after thought building me up and making me dizzy all at once.
She rubs her lips together nervously as I shift to capture her face with both hands. My lips part, ready to declare my undying love, when she clears her throat.
“This is great and all, but who are you?”
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POLARIS
Idon’t know who the hell this hot guy is or why he’s touching me, but I don’t want him to stop. Today has been crazy and I have no clue what’s going on, but all I want to focus on is him.
If I thought surviving classes was enough for one day, I was not prepared for the true trajectory that was already destined for me. Coming home to two people claiming to be my parents was insane enough, but I barely got them seated to explain when the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen exploded through the door, and he’s all-consuming.
“Fuck, I forgot, you don’t remember me,” he mumbles, more to himself as he peers into my eyes, ghosting over my soul with no effort. “Can I just hold you for a minute longer before I stress over that?” he asks, startling me even further, and it sends a flurry of butterflies zipping in my stomach.
“Uh, sure?”
He smiles, sweet and serene, as he envelops me in his arms once again. I embrace him back, breathing him in, and he smells like Heaven. His fingers comb through the ends of my hair as he slightly rocks us from side to side with my face pressed against his chest. It’s invasive, but I want more of it.
Earlier, when Grant was touching me, it was like ants crawling over my skin, but with this guy, all I want is to melt into his touch, and I can’t even recall his name. But he must know me, right? I must know him?
