Page 155 of Hell Breaks Loose

Taking a breath, I calm my nerves. Behind me, I hear the door open.

“Hellena,” Sing whispers, “We should stay the night. Take one of the other rooms. They’re all furnished. I’ll stay with her until she falls asleep. You can say goodbye in the morning.”

Before I can agree, he closes the door.

Well, then. Thanks, Doctor Senegal.

I huff a soft laugh, genuinely grateful for his wherewithal and grace.

“After a quick perusal of the rooms on top, I trot down the stairs. “Let’s see if there’s some post-1970s furniture in any of the downstairs room?—”

I freeze.

Only one streetlamp illuminates the parking lot.

Only one car is parked under the overhang.

And there’s nothing around for miles.

But someone is here. Across the lot from me. Watching.

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ANGEL

“Evan?” Her voice is music.

And that name. I can finally hear it. Is that who I am?

The way she moves takes my breath away.

It makes me want to move with her.

Swaying to sounds I heard on the journey here. Songs that I know I must have heard a hundred times or more in another life.

When I spotted her leaving Sanctum Harbor, I knew I had to follow.

To protect her.

To find answers to my past.

But then I found myself outside an old apartment building that she entered a few hours ago, and I had no clue what to do. Especially with that deadly looking guard outside the door.

Until she emerged and he went inside.

And I just stood there, out in the open.

Her eyes are wide, filled with… concern?

“Who are you?” I ask, the words tumbling from my lips.

“I’m your… we are… I mean, we were?—”

“Why do you haunt my dreams? My every waking minute?”

“Because we are in love. We’re together. I know you can’t remember?—"

“I want to.”

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