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Daniela stabbing Tara in the stomach.

Jacob being shot.

Not being able to stop it from happening.

Feeling helpless.

“Fuck, come on, Natalie, breathe!” Harrison demands as he shakes me.

“Feel the ground underneath you. Listen to our voices. Come on, Queen Bee, pull out of it,” Wrath coaches.

Everything starts to come into focus. My hands feel the gravel and dirt underneath them.

Weird. I thought I was on the bike? I can smell both Harrison and Wrath around me. Blinking my eyes, I see Wrath frowning in front of me. Looking down, I see Harrison’s arms wrapped around my stomach, and I feel him against my back.

“W-what happened?” I choke out, my tongue feeling heavy.

Wrath looks behind me at Harrison before looking back at me. “You had a panic attack. Want to tell us what that was about?”

I feel tears falling down my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t save her. I’m sorry. A-and Jacob.”

A sob rips through my body as I let everything hit me all at once.

My friends are gone. After everything they did for me, making me feel welcome, and I couldn’t save them.

“Shhh…” Harrison murmurs as he crowds me, rocking me back and forth.

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t blame you for anything,” Wrath says as he rubs my knees. “I think there’s something you need to see. Can you come with me?”

I nod and move to stand, only I find that my balance is shaky and I end up right back on my ass.

“Easy, baby. I got you.” Harrison sweeps me up into his arms and carries me inside.

I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see the blood on the floor.

“Look, Queen Bee,” Wrath says.

Reluctantly I open my eyes and see that the floor has been cleaned. Looking around the room, I see that everything is in order, and hell, possibly cleaner than I’ve ever seen it.

Wrath leads the way as Harrison carries me downstairs. I’ve never been to this part of the clubhouse before and that terrifies me.

What’s down here?

Is this where Wrath takes his anger out on me for losing Tara?

“She’s panicking again,” Harrison murmurs.

Wrath looks over his shoulder and looks at me with nothing but kindness. “Just a few more minutes, okay?”

He rushes down the hall and pounds on a door. By the time we get there, someone steps out.

Evelyn.

She’s covered in blood.

“Oh my god, were you hurt too?” I cry out, covering my hand with my mouth.

“Put her down,” she demands as she steps forward. Before Harrison fully lets me go, Evelyn is pulling me into her arms.

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