Page 13 of Demise

“Stay the fuck away from her!” he snaps before slamming the door in Wesley’s face.

I flinch at the sound of the slam, sadness blooming inside me that he isn’t with us right now. That Asher is so angry with him; they all seem to be.

“Why did you do that?” I ask.

Asher spins to face me, outrage splashed across his face before he composes himself.

“This was all his fault! Corwin never should have been able to touch you, let alone take you.”

I frown at that. “Didn’t he come to save me too?”

“Yeah, after he fucked everything up,” Vincent grumbles.

My eyes come to him for a moment before I shake my head.

“Tonight was no one’s fault besides Professor Corwin’s. Let him in.Now,” I say, putting extra emphasis when Asher doesn’t move.

His jaw is clenched, as sharp as granite, before he reaches for the doorknob, ripping it open as he shouts down the hall.

“Preston! Get in here!”

It takes a few seconds before Wesley carefully peeks his head inside, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me.

“Do you need something?”

I swallow for a moment, remembering the last memory I have with him. All the feelings I’d been trying to bury, the attraction, the…

“Thank you,” I say softly. “For saving me.”

Wesley opens his mouth but pauses, like he’s rethinking his words, before he closes his mouth and nods. The doorbell rings through the house, and Wesley slips out of the room, making his way down the stairs to answer it.

He comes back upstairs with the doctor, who does a quick exam before determining that my ribs are cracked, not broken.

Yay.

She cleared me of a concussion and wrote me a prescription for pain meds while my ribs heal. She asked me as quietly as she could if there was any reason she should perform a rape kit. The silence was so immediate you would have heard a pin drop in the room. I gave her a quick head shake, relief easing through all of the guys’ shoulders and faces.

Once she left, the guys began fussing over me, asking if I needed more blankets or food or a shower. In reality, all I wanted was sleep, and thankfully, none of them left. They all stayed, surrounding me, even Wesley from the corner as I closed my eyes and sank into a deep sleep.

Chapter Seven

Skyla

Rough fingers pinch my skin, that wet, slimy tongue running across my body.

No. No. NO!

“NOOOO!” I wake up screaming, a pair of hands shaking me gently.

“Skyla, wake up! Little one, come on. Wake up!” Wesley says hurriedly.

My eyes blink open to see the room dark and Wesley’s panic-stricken face before me. It takes me a moment for my heart to stop racing and my breathing to normalize before I shake my head.

“Bad dream,” I mutter.

Wesley opens his mouth to speak when the door is thrown open, Vincent, Asher, and Ronan spilling into the room, followed by Liam’s cursing from down the hall.

“Stupid goddamn stairs! Can’t wait to fucking get this walking boot off.”

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