Page 88 of Reaper Unhinged
Conah turns to face me, holding her to his chest in a vise-like grip, his expression stunned shock that clearly says,what the actual fuck.
She thrashes and gnashes her teeth, wild and feral. “No. No. My time. Mine!”
“Fee!” My voice is a whiplash. A command from an alpha to his mate.
She stills, and then her eyes flutter closed, and she slumps forward in Conah’s arms.
We stand, face to face, chests heaving, surrounded by my pack, and then Conah finally breaks the silence.
“Grayson, what the fuck is going on?”
Chapter Thirty-One
Fee
Waking up was like swimming through treacle. Confusion clouded my mind, leaving it sluggish. There were voices, people. I knew these people.
“How long?” Conah asked.
“Ever since you three left for the Underealm,” Grayson replied. “Uri saved her.”
“When she jumped?”
“Yes.”
“And this heart stopping is the only solution?”
“The only one we have, and we’re short on time,” Grayson replied.
A female voice joined in. One I recognized as Petra. “She used a knife, which means the curse is gaining more control. Up until now, it simply managed to get her to a ledge and try and make her walk off. Making her use a blade to slit her throat shows much more control.”
“It was as if she was someone else,” Grayson said. “I looked into her eyes, and she wasn’t there.”
I forced my eyelids open, dragging myself out of the arms of sleep. “It happened again, didn’t it?”
I focused on the faces around my room. Grayson sat on the bed by my hip, Petra stood by the dresser, and…Yes, that was Conah by the window. He’d come.
“What did I do?”
“You tried to slit your throat,” Conah said. “I got here in time to stop you.”
“I wouldn’t have made it to you in time.” Grayson’s tone was low, his voice hoarse as if he’d been crying, but Grayson wouldn’t cry…would he? “You would have bled out.”
There was torment in his eyes that I desperately wanted to soothe. “I’m fine, though. I’m okay.” I took his hand. His fingers were cold to the touch. Chilled. “Grayson?” He made a strangled sound and then pulled me into his arms, breathing me in. “I’m fine.”
I caught sight of Conah’s face over Grayson’s shoulder, and I knew that look. It was a we-just-escaped-a-fucking-dire-situation look.
I’d tried to slit my throat… I felt the tightness on my neck for the first time. “How bad was it?”
Grayson kissed the spot by my ear and then pulled back. The tears in his eyes were a slug to my chest because Grayson didn’t cry. I mean, I’d never seen him lose his shit. This must have been a close call. Right in front of him. If Conah hadn’t turned up…
I reached up to touch the dressing that was pressed to my skin.
“It’s healing,” Petra said. “It was deep. You were lucky you didn’t nick your artery.”
“Lucky? I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. Sorry felt right.
“It’s not your fault,” Grayson said. “Fuck, Fee, none of this is your fault.”
