Page 172 of Firestorm
I went still. I thought back to the ballroom I’d been standing in, and the people I’d seen. And the people I’dnotseen.
My photographic memory went through every detail, and I nearly choked as I stumbled over Alejandro’s words from earlier.
‘Fucking Lucille, always where she shouldn’t be.’
Aiden. Aiden was in trouble. I could feel it as clear as day, like it was my own safety at risk.
I stood abruptly, palming my phone as if I’d just received a call. The Crusader’s brow furrowed, and he pushed against my mind again, like my sudden distress would have lowered my defenses enough for him to get inside. Any other time, I’d have been insulted, but now I only felt the panic continue to grow, twisting up my insides.
“I need to go,” I said, looking to my father, who seemed just as shocked as the Crusader, but he didn’t argue.
“What’s happened?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“Can’t talk,” I said, pocketing my phone.
“Rafe,” Alejandro started, but I only shook my head, then backed into the darkened corner, farthest from the fireplace and I left through the shadows.
I reappearedin the shadowed corner of Aiden’s room, somehow knowing exactly where he’d be, and I nearly fell to my knees at the horrific scene that greeted me.
Aiden was face down on the carpet, twitching and gasping for air. The room smelled sickeningly sweet, telling me Lucille must have just left. She was probably still on campus, making her escape. I could catch her, but…
Skye needed Aiden. Aiden was more important.
I dropped to my knees next to him, not sure what the fuck I could do. I wasn’t a Healer like Wyatt. I couldn’t fix something like this.
Wait.Wyatt.
I traveled through the shadows to Wyatt’s office. He always stayed late on weekends to avoid going home.
Just as expected, Wyatt was there at his desk, reading some lame medical journal about affinities with an open bottle of bourbon on the desk.
What the hell was that for?No time to care.
I jumped onto his still fucked up desk. It groaned under my weight, but I lunged at Wyatt as he jerked away from me, rolling his chair back toward the windows.
“Fucking Rafe, what the fu–”
I cut Wyatt off, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into the shadows with me, feeling a little guilty when he gagged at our destination. I always forgot he didn’t do well with shadow-walking.
“Fix him.” I ordered while Wyatt took in the scene. “Heal him.”
Wyatt stared, bewildered. “Rafe, I…” he trailed off, his skin paling. “I can’t stop an overdose, I can only heal him afterward.”
“Fuck.” My feet dragged as I paced behind Wyatt, then something hit me.
Something Wyatt and I had heard at that stupid fucking rally, about how the Crusader hadpulleddrugs out of someone.
Skye.
I needed to find Skye. Skye would fix this.
Chapter 49
Wyatt
“Fucking Rafe, what the fu–”
He dropped me in…Aiden Brandt’s dorm?
