“She told us she was drugged, Bastion. She said it like she was talking about the weather. Like it didn’t evenmatteranymore.”
I looked at her again—at the girl curled into my twin like she didn’t know she owned every sharp edge we had.
“I don’t even know when it happened,” I whispered. “But I love her.”
My whole body stilled.
That was the truth.
I love her.
And itterrifiesme.
“Fuck,” I muttered, choking on it. “I love her and I don’t know what to do with it.”
My hands were shaking.
“What if she finds out how fucked up, we are?” I asked, eyes darting from her to him.
I dropped to the couch beside them, shaking my head. That thought alone made my stomach turn.
“What if she stays?” I added, voice breaking. “What if she loves us back, and Iruinit anyway?”
I met Bastion’s eyes.
“What if someonetakesher from us?”
That was the worst one. The one that lit something dark inside me.
“Because if someone touches her, if someone eventries…I’ll lose it.”
He still didn’t speak.
“Don’t go silent on me,” I begged. “Please. I need you to say something.”
Still quiet.
I thought I’d break right there.
My throat burned. My fists were clenched so tight, my nails dug into my palms.
The panic was starting to spread beneath my skin, and suffocating.
She was right there.Right there.
And still, I felt like I was losing her.
What if she never woke up? What if she has a reaction to the drug? We don’t know what she is allergic too. What if she slipped through our hands because we didn’t noticefast enough? What if she died.
My vision blurred. The walls of the suite stretched too far. Too wide.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered. “I can’t—I don’t know how to…this is to much.”
Finally, Bastion moved.
Just slightly.
His hand lifted from her hip and he looked at me—not with anger, not with fear.