Page 163 of Walking in Darkness
“No. No, Dani. No!” I screamed, and I pressed my hands to his chest.
Feeling.
Feeling.
Feeling.
No heartbeat.
No movement.
But I could feelhim.
I could feel his spirit, which had always lived inside me.
That intuition—that awareness—that had thrummed between us. No matter the miles or distance or spheres that had separated us.
Our connection, which would bond us forever.
Tears blurred my eyes as I leaned over him, touching him everywhere as the frenzy of words poured from my mouth. “Pax, come back to me. You can’t leave me. Not now. We did it. We did it. Together. Together. The way we were supposed to. Listen to my voice, to my heart.”
I took his hand and placed his palm flat to that thunder that battered at my aching chest.
“You promised you would always find me. You promised. You have to. You have to find me. Wherever you are, you have to find me. You’re my partner. My husband. MyNol. I need you.”
The cries raked out of me.
Misery.
Anguish.
“Oh, fuck. No, man.” From behind Dani, Timothy gripped his head with bloodied hands, the gore of the battle we’d just fought written all over him, before he dropped to his knees.
He nudged Dani aside. “Let me see.”
He cut me an agonized glance as he unzipped Pax’s jacket. He peeled it back, revealing Pax’s shirt, which was ripped from the burn he’d sustained.
The fabric was completely saturated with blood. The wound was right on the center of Pax’s chest, so deep that I feared I would be able to see his stilled, lifeless heart. A hole that was at least five inches wide.
Carefully, Timothy set both hands on Pax’s sternum, just below the wound.
He began to pump. To pump blood through Pax’s veins for him when he couldn’t do it himself.
A frenzy lit inside me. Hope that bloomed in the middle of the torment.
Pax and Dani had saved me. They’d saved me when that healing had been impossible. When I should no longer be breathing. Because they were there. Because they’d poured their power into me.
I had to believe.
I had to.
Tremors rocked through my hands when I pressed my palms right over the wound.
Dani seemed to realize it at the exact moment, too, and she scrambled around so she could place her hands on each side of his head.
And we breathed our belief into him.
Our life.
