Page 75 of The Pretty Psycho

"How many people did you alert?" She winced then, sheepishly looking up at me.

"Maybe too many?"

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Okay,maybe I had overreacted. Well, no, I knew for sure that I had overreacted. While on the way here, as Yolanda drove like a rally driver, I picked up my phone and called Gabriela. Telling her to gather every single person possible because we had to save Adrian.

Now standing here in front of him and seeing all these cars made me realize that my panic was definitely blown out of proportion and it shouldn't have happened. Oh, well.

"You can't really blame me." I pouted, refusing to look at him. Bastard was laughing at me, shaking his head, but he should've known I would do something drastic. At least this showed that I should never be the one left in charge.

Weird shit could happen.

Armies could be summoned.

Stuff like that.

But as we raced here, I only had one thought in my head—I couldn't lose him.

I didn't want to lose him, and I guess in those moments between us leaving the Academy, me barking orders at Gabriela who basically laughed her ass off, and arriving here, I couldn'tstop the panic clawing at my throat. Even Yolanda kept her mouth shut while I berated myself for pushing him away.

What if we were too late?

What if they already got him?

What if something happened before I could tell him how I felt?

What if my past actions would condemn the amazing future I could've had?

All those thoughts kept running through my head, and when I saw him with his back against the wall of one of the warehouses and that behemoth of a man in front of him, I simply reacted. I mean, they should both be thankful I chose to shoot a warning shot first before aiming for Ethan's head.

In my defense, not that I had a lot of arguments to put forward there, I had no idea it was Ethan. It never occurred to me to check his picture, and it wasn't like I had time to study every single member of The Brotherhood.

"So," Ethan said as he came closer to us. "Care to tell us what's going on?"

"I might have sent out a red alert." I winced, looking at the ground. The sound of several brakes screeching registered in my mind, but I didn't want to look at the cars. "Okay, so…" I turned toward Ethan and Adrian, both of them laughing. "Stop laughing at me. I thought you were in real trouble."

"He almost did get in real trouble," Ethan drawled, looking pointedly at Adrian. "It's a good thing that at least one of us can keep a cool head and go in alone instead of bringing in the cavalry."

"I had no idea what to do!" I exclaimed. "What was I supposed to do? Let him die?" The mere thought of him dying had my throat clogged.

"Hey, hey." He wrapped me in his arms, turning me around so I had no other choice but to look at him. "I'm fine. I'm alive.I mean, if it wasn't for Ethan I would've been halfway in that warehouse by now, but still. I'm here." I didn't wait.

I didn't want to spend another second separated from him. I wrapped my arms around his middle, hiding my face in his sweater.

"I thought I had lost you," I murmured, my voice muffled by the fabric. "I thought I had made the biggest mistake of my life, and I just," I shuddered, "I couldn't not do anything."

"I know," he replied, his lips pressing to the crown of my head. His hand dragged over my ponytail, soothing me with his touch and his words. "We're going to talk about it, but not now."

"I know." I nodded, untangling myself slowly from him and wiping the tears that had spilled over my cheeks. "I just…" I shrugged. "I don't know. I panicked."

"I can see that." He smiled softly, cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand. "But no more panicking, okay? I'm all good. We're good."

"All right," I murmured, looking up at him. "I want you to know, before we do whatever it is that we need to do, that I'm sorry." His dark eyes blazed, the emotion as raw as my own, but he understood what I was trying to say. "I'm not," I stammered. "I'm not good at these things. I'm not good at relationships or emotions, or any of this normal shit," I said. "But I'll try to be better. That's all I can promise. I'll try."

"Let's talk about this later, okay?" he grunted.

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