Page 30 of Tangled Hearts

“All we can do is wait.” Soren leaned over to kiss my forehead.

I hated waiting. I spent my whole life waiting and I was just about done with being constantly on the run.

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GRAY

My eyes opened when I smelled smoke. Shit, I didn’t even remember closing my eyes. I tried to say something, but my tongue felt heavy, and I couldn’t get a word out. My body felt sluggish as I shook Oria and then Soren.

Her face scrunched up, while Soren stayed unmoving.

“Sunshine,” I slurred, shaking her again.

My body felt heavy and every movement took all my concentration.

“Get up!” I managed to yell, but only Oria’s eyes opened.

My eyes felt too heavy, keeping them open was a struggle.

“Gray,” Oria said, shaking her head.

The smell of smoke was stronger as the air started to get smoky.

Oria glowed, making me close my eyes from the brightness. My fog cleared instantly as fear threatened to make me irrational.

“Shit, what the hell happened?” Ryder got up looking disoriented.

“I think someone drugged us,” Soren groaned. “Or casted a spell on us.”

“We have to get Oria out,” I said, getting off the bed.

“One more round of healing and?—”

“No, out now,” Max said, kneeling and shaking his head.

Out of everyone he looked the most out of it. He fell down, the room shook a little and Oria jumped off the bed towards him.

She whispered her words, laying her hand on Max. I expected her to only heal him, when all of us glowed with her light my eyes widened. I didn’t know what this meant, it could be nothing, but how did she heal us through him? Or was her power growing?

After Soren and Max told me about his transformation, his confession about being her guard and a very summarized version of what happened before she was taken. This made me wonder if their bond was still intact.

The rest of whatever was affecting me went away.

“We have to get out of here,” Ryder said, throwing me some bags and I gave one to Soren. “Gray or Soren you need to go out first to run and tell us what is happening. Is it an accident or are we being flushed out?”

“I’ll go,” Soren said, opening the door and running out, allowing more smoke to come in.

“No!” Oria yelled out, but Max held her.

“He’s fine, he’s too fast for anything to hurt him,” Max comforted Oria.

She grabbed his hand, staring at the door.

There are men all over. I also see Jordan.

Oria's eyes widened.

“We are surrounded,” I said, opening the window because there was too much smoke in the room. “It’s Jordan.”

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