Page 202 of A Curse On Black Lake
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Devereaux stands and goes back to his job of making sure nothing else catches fire.
“Wait,” I rasp, grabbing his jacket. “Was this an accident or was it…deliberate?” I ask him.
He frowns at me.
“Um, it’s hard to say right now. Once we get the fire put out, we can inspect the damage to see,” Devereaux says.
I let him go. But Devereaux stands next to me for a little longer like he’s afraid I’ll hop up and try to run back into the inferno again. Which is fair, there’s no telling what I’m about to do.
“Eliana!” I hear yelled.
I look over my shoulder, and Eddy runs up to me.
“What happened? Are you okay?” he asks, eyes full of concern.
“No, Eddy, I’m not okay. My entire life went up in flames,” I rasp.
“I’m so sorry,” he says calmly.
I look up, and he’s staring at the fire.
What do I do? How am I supposed to move on from this? How am I supposed to do anything? I need Killian. I can’t do anything here.
Forcing myself to my feet, I head for his truck and wipe my tears. “I have to go, Eddy,” I mumble, headed for the truck.
If I was concerned about ruining my legacy, I certainly have now.
“Hey wait!” he yells coming up behind me. “Is there anything I can do to help? Are you sure you should be driving?” he asks.
I shrug. What choice do I have? Unless he can make my house not burn down — probably not.
“No, Eddy, there’s nothing you can do,” I mumble.
“Well, at least let me take you to where you want to go. I’m not sure it’s safe for you to be driving right now.”
I hand him the keys and keep walking to the truck.
He opens the passenger door for me and gets in on the driver’s side. It’s weird to see anyone who isn’t Killian there, but he’s right. I’m not so sure I wouldn’t crash this truck, and I’m sure Killian wouldn’t be happy about that.
“Where do you want to go?” he asks.
“Take me to the Sheriff’s station,” I tell him.
“What? Why? To file a report?” he asks.
“Sure,” I mumble, not having the energy to tell him I need to see the only one who is keeping me standing right now. I need Killian to hug me or I’m going to crumble under the weight of a mountain of devastation and the mudslide of my life.
Eddy parks in a spot close to the station, and I hightail it through the doors, headed straight for the holding area.
“Wait up!” Eddy yells.
I don’t, and I keep moving, he’ll catch up.
Trying the door, it’s locked. I don’t know why I’m surprised. “Can someone please open this?” I yell.
Wyatt pokes his head out and frowns at me, and stares at Eddy for a minute.
