Page 54 of Crave Me

“Bit fucking dramatic with the blood on the wall. Jesus,” Damien’s voice sounded.

When I didn’t respond, I heard his footsteps drawing closer. “King?” he called worriedly.

I still didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

All I could do was stare at the pieces of my love all over the table.

“Fuck,” I heard Damien curse as he reached me and saw what my body had blocked from his view.

“It’s Caleb’s. The blood… all of this.”

Hearing it voiced out loud, it broke through the horrifically surreal nature of it.

I couldn’t stop it.

I couldn’t check myself.

I just fucking couldn’t.

In the next moment, I was spinning around, hauling one of the chairs from beneath a table, then tossing it through a window. As the sound of the violent crash and decimation, it took me over, until I was doing it again, then slamming my boot into the table over and over again, completely brutalizing it. Then I was pounding my fists against the message, my hands covered in blood within seconds.

But I still didn’t stop, I was too far beyond that, and before long I was denting the wall, taking chunks out of the drywall. Over and over and fucking over.

“Argh!” I roared. “Argh! Caleb! Caleb!”

Hands were on me then, fighting to pull me back from the wall and from crushing my knuckles to pieces.

In the throes of all of it, I lashed out, snarling like an animal.

I heard a grunt of pain and then a weight slammed into me, taking me in a brutal football tackle. It drove me down to the ground and I looked up to see Damien straddling me, trying to restrain me.

At the dangerous look in my eyes, he rapidly told me, “Skylar asked me to pull you back if you lost control. She’s worried, really worried.”

That news cut into my rage.

Slightly.

But it was all that was needed for another set of hands to strengthen the restraining hold.

And then Asher was there, holding me from behind, speaking at my ear, his own emotion catching me off guard and wrapping around mine, serving to bring me up short, “This isn’t helping, Caspian. He needs us. He fucking needs us. Stay with me, sweetheart. Get control. You can’t fall or he’s really done for.”

“He might already be,” I choked out.

“No. I don’t believe that and I know you don’t really either. We’ll see this through, we’ll find him.”

I nodded and stopped resisting, their holds loosening a little around me.

“We’ll find him.”

There was no other option.

I couldn’t survive it being any other way.

Caleb. My love.

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