Page 149 of Pucking Obsessed

Shay moans, gripping me by the shoulders. Then he pulls back and swallows. He licks across his lips.

“Love…” He whispers, shivering.

Except, I was right.

Shay’s gazeistoo sluggish.

It slides away from mine, as his hands fall from my shoulders.

“Red,” I yell at the same time that I hear D’Angelo call it.

At least, I try to yell it, but it comes out as a raspy croak.

My throat is closing up. My body is numb. I can’t feel my fingers and toes.

D’Angelo falls to his knees next to me. He’s desperately shaking Shay, who has fallen to the side, unconscious.

What the hell’s happening?

Shit, shit, shit.

I try to reach for Shay. He’s terrifyingly pale — corpse-like.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe.

When D’Angelo also collapses, falling over Shay like two sacrifices, I scream but no sound comes out.

I tip to the side, struggling to reach my hand out to my men. My fingertips graze D’Angelo’s cold vampire mask.

My vision grays.

Am I dying?

Are they?

Am I…?

Then I hear footfalls, a shadow over me, white feathery wings and golden mask, then nothing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Rebel House, Captain’s Hall

Robyn

“She’s breathing.It’s shallow but… Shit, shit, I’m sorry. I’m trying.” Someone’s tear thickened voice breaks in panic.

My mind is fuzzy.

I’m lying in someone’s warm arms but I’m cold.

Brain fog clouds my mind. My temples throb.

Something sharp and uncomfortable is digging into my ass and legs. I can smell an earthy scent.

I’m drowsy like I used to feel after a heavy night drinking at college.

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