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.“He’s coming out of it a little bit already.”“How can you tell?” the guy asked her as he took something out of his backpack that I couldn’t see.She grinned.“He’s fighting me.”That one statement made me infinitely happy.“Let’s go then.”She kissed him again and smiled down at him.“Bye, lover.”She climbed off and stood next to the man.“Is the Horde ready?”“Yep,” he answered and I could hear him straining for something.“As soon as we give them the signal, they’ll come running.”She scoffed.“This was just too easy.”“They’re just too trusting,” he corrected.“One story about a dying mate and a poor little vexed witch and they welcome you right in.Stupid rebels.They deserve to die, every last one of them.”“And they will,” she said and pushed him out the door.“Come on.Let’s meet them at the community center and end this.”When she left, I sat up, expecting Enoch to be able to, too, but he couldn’t.He could make his fingers move and his face could move a little more.He was so angry, that I could see, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.“I know,” I soothed and smoothed his cheek.I laced his fingers with mine and put our hands on his stomach.His fingers squeezed mine.I looked at him and he tried to tug me down to him.“I can’t.You heard what they said.They’re planning something.They’re going to kill everyone.”His eyes flashed and his lips parted.“No,” he said in a barely-there rasp.“Enoch,” I reasoned.“If I’m going to die anyway, I may as well die trying to save everyone.I heard them say the where and the when.I can try and—”“Fay, no,” he begged in a whisper, his eyes squinting, showing all the emotion that his body couldn’t.“I have to try.I have to.”He closed his eyes, knowing he’d lost.“Stay here with me.”“If I stay here, I die anyway.” I cupped his beautiful face and smoothed my thumb over his lips.“I am so glad you saved me that day.”“Don’t,” he said hard.“Don’t…say goodbye.”I didn’t listen.I needed to say it.I smiled.“I’m so glad that you called me princess and danced with me.You made me feel like I was the only person the whole world.”He groaned as he tried to say something.“You…are.”I smiled and tried not to cry, but failed.“I am so in like with you.”His face twisted.“Don’t do this, princess.”I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his.I could tell he was able to move better this time.His lips caressed mine angrily and lovingly.I held on as long as I could, but I knew I had to go.As soon as I lifted, he pleaded in a growl.“Don’t.”“I have to.”He was breathing heavy which just told me he was angry, because he didn’t need to breathe.The blue veins were starting to peak and shimmer in his arms.“I’ll be careful,” I promised as I put my shoes on.He snarled as best he could, “You better.” What else could he say when it was obvious that I was leaving and he had no choice.I peeked out and didn’t see anyone.I grabbed a knife from the knife block, opened the sliding glass door, and stepped outside.“Fay.” I looked back.“Stay calm.Devourers can feel you.”I nodded.“Okay.” Although I knew that was a pointless venture because I was scared out of my mind.“Deep breath,” he urged in a husky voice that was coming back, “in and out.Think of something that makes you smile automatically whenever you’re scared.”I smiled.“That won’t be hard at all.” I closed the glass door slowly and silently, and kissed my fingers before pressing them to the glass.He closed his eyes, as if in agony, so I ran.I crept to the side of the trailer first and looked around.I didn’t see them anywhere, but I didn’t see anybody else either.She had said they were meeting the Horde at the community center, so I went there first.I passed Franz and Soria’s tent on the way.I peeked in to check on them because I had seen the witch and the men in there.They were laying down on the blanket together.I leaned over them and could tell they both were shocked to see me.“I’m sorry.I hate to leave you like this, but I’m going to the community center [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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