Page 17 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

Despite the repetition, I dare acknowledge what my heart begs for me to accept.

I’m not a killer…

The Price Of Desperation

~GEMINI~

Stay unconscious…play as close to dead as I can.

Every breath must be perfect.

Measured. Slow. Calculated.

The drug they injected me with should have knocked me out cold, but years of building immunity to various sedatives has its perks. A part of me is struggling to remember why I would even have such immunity, but the less I fight that nagging question in my pounding mind, the better.

I do have to thank Hannah, for that foresight.

She’s a comrade I’m sure no one will see coming.

I’ll have to explain myself to Matteo if I get out of this madness alive, but as of now, I can’t pay mind to that either.

I need to survive.

However, I’m frightened.

Not regarding my own safety, but I’m frightened because I feel in the depths of my gut something is very wrong.

Where’s Zander?Is he here? Was he left behind?

It’s taking everything in me to not think about the rooted question that begs to reach the surface of my mind and nag me as desperately as my need to continue breathing at this tamed pace.

Is my Ruthless King alive? Or…or…

No.

I can’t do it.

The banging in my head only grows more merciless when I attempt to think of such a negative circumstance.

To dare believe that can be a reality.

Yet…that sensation of dread hasn’t left me. Since I’ve awakened and acknowledged my predicament, I can’t stop thinking of that last image of Zander.

On his knees, completely frozen and drenched in sweat after fighting so fucking hard with me.

He can’t…

He can’t be gone.

I’d lose my fucking mind if he’s taken from me.

Breathe.

Slow. Calculated.

I can’t be of help if I panic and wake in the hands of the enemy. This moment needs me to be silent and “unconscious” until we reach our destination.

The next act of my diabolical plan.

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