Page 38 of Descent

Asher grabs his arm quickly, stopping him on a dime.

“Don’t touch her back!”

Wesley looks behind me, his eyes so wide they look as if they were going to pop out of his head before a thunderous look takes over his face. He turns on his heel sharply, opening the back door for us.

“Get in the fucking car,” he says, his eyes trained on the house behind us.

Asher doesn’t waste any time hurrying us in, though I wish he would. He slides in all the way, groaning as his back touches the seat before he pulls me in.

“On your stomach, Princess.”

I do so happily, feeling the only semblance of relief I’ve been able to experience yet. And when I say relief, I mean it isn’t hurting more by the second for once.

“Ronan,” I hear Wesley say into his phone. “Get the others and get back to the house. It’s bad.”

“Liam,” Asher says into his phone. “Get a doctor and have them meet us at our house. It’s Skyla.”

I look up to see Asher watching me with a worried look, his eyes watery and red. So, I guess I wasn’t wrong about him crying. Though, it definitely wasn’t from the pain like my tears. His were from me getting hurt, from him unable to do anything but listen to my screams and terror.

I think Asher and Wesley both talk on the phone some more, but all I can focus on is the way Asher’s hand runs through my hair, soothing me into a desperately needed sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

Skyla

Adoor is thrown open, startling me awake, which I’m extremely unhappy about because, holy fucking shit, I forgot how much pain I was in for a moment. I groan in agony as a comforting voice, that isn’t all that comforting, shouts into the car.

“What the fuck happened!” Ronan snarls, as his hands come to my legs.

Before Asher can respond, I turn my head to see Vincent push his way into the doorway. His eyes roam my body, memorizing each lash mark before a fury like I’ve never seen passes over him. He takes several steps away, his body vibrating with anger, before he digs his hands into his hair and screams.

“FUCKKKKK!”

I watch him pick up rocks that are more like boulders, throwing them anywhere and everywhere, windows smash, fountains, even his car. He doesn’t seem to care though; he’s on a warpath. As much as I want to comfort him, I can’t do much of anything but survive right now.

Liam pops his head in next, a devastated look on his face as he takes in my injuries. I watch him slowly sink to his knees, his head shaking numbly.

“Babygirl,” he whispers.

I try to give him a smile; at least it feels like one. Then again, I’m sure it looks more like a grimace.

“Everyone get the fuck back,” Wesley says as he shoves Ronan and Liam to the side, crouching down to pick me up.

“I’m gonna try to be as careful as possible, okay?” he says.

I nod, clinging to Asher’s hand as Wesley scoops his arms under my stomach and chest, doing his best not to touch my back as he lifts me. Ronan is right there, stabilizing my legs so that my back doesn’t bend. I feel my body being pulled away from Asher as he watches me with a heavy look.

Unexplained panic rises in me at being separated from Asher, and I buck against their hold.

“No! Stop! Asher!”

He sees my panic and quickly climbs out of the car, impressively so, considering his injuries have to be worse than mine.

“I’m here, Princess. I’m here,” he says as he reaches down and holds my hand again, intertwining our fingers before giving it a gentle squeeze. It’s like that single squeeze calmed every nerve and smothered the flames of my anxiety.

Blowing out a soft breath, I nod, as the guys around us share confused looks before continuing to carry me inside. I feel a set of eyes on me and look to see Vincent watching us closely, his eyes flicking between me and my hand, that links me with Asher.

As disappointing as it is, Vincent doesn’t come to me. Instead, he stays outside, fuming.

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