Page 18 of Darkness Consuming
Where the hell could my father have taken us? Where would he be hiding?
My brows crease. I just don’t know.
His fingers tangle through mine, pulling my attention back to him.
“I have to go.” His eyes close slowly. His jaw tightens as if pain is searing him from the inside out.
He’s never left me like this before.
“Are you all right?” I take a step closer to him. The anguish on his face makes my heart stumble.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll figure this out. I’ll be back.” He says it so promisingly I almost believe him.
Almost.
But something twisting low in my stomach tells me otherwise.
“I’ll be right back, Vi.” His image becomes fainter, lighter and less intense.
My heart thunders in my ears. I feel fucking helpless. I hate it. I hate not being able to control anything around me.
I hate being alone.
My fingers clutch onto his hand, pulling him closer to me but his fingers drift through my touch. He’s barely a breeze before me.
At the last minute, I slam my lips against his. It’s an eager and pathetic attempt at keeping him here. His palms ghost over my flesh along my jaw and before my eyes can even slip closed, before I can even find comfort in his kiss …
He’s gone.
