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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Chris
“Chris.” Ky’s voice called out from the edge of the darkness.
The darkness that was just on the outskirts of my vision. I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t call out to him as I lay there on the cold, hard floor. I couldn’t move.
“Chris,” he called again.
Where are you Ky? Help her. They have her.
I tried to speak but as my mouth fell open, only dry air rushed out of my lungs.
Cold.
I felt so cold. Yet I was sweating. I didn’t understand it. Or why it felt like my body was shaking so hard my teeth were chattering together. And why did I have a sharp pain in my side? Something that felt like a cramp, but worse. Did I need to take a dump? No, that wasn’t it. This was much stronger than some back door problem.
What was that running down my neck? Why couldn’t I move?
Ingram.
I had to save Ingram. I had to tell Ky that they took her. Only some of them though. I was pretty sure there were still three in the house. But where were they?
I couldn’t hear anything over the weird, loud buzzing in my ear. A strange ringing sound only more like a horrible hum. What was that? Where was it coming from?
“Baby, wake up. Chris, open your eyes.”
There was Ky again. Where was he?
“Open your eyes.”
If my eyes were closed, then how could I see the floor in front of me? And the door, it was just right there. If I could get to my feet, I could go out there and save Ingram.
There was something warm and wet, pressed against my neck, but on the opposite side of the pain. What was that?
Lips.
Soft, full lips.
Kissing me.
It felt so good, I wanted more of it.
“Open your eyes.”
His words whispered to me again, over the ringing, over the pain.
My eyes shot open and my lungs suddenly filled with air like I hadn’t been breathing. But I knew that I had. It was like some kind of shock.
I snapped awake to Ky wrapped around me almost delicately like he was afraid he’d hurt me. My pulse raced under his hand which was warm and comforting, pressing flat against my chest.
It wasn’t real.
I kept telling myself that over and over. Only it was. A warped sense of what had actually happened that night. It hadn’t haunted me until now. I imagined being back in my house, crossing over the very same spot where I’d fallen to the ground had something to do with it. Where I’d been stuck, frozen in place, unable to move and save Ingram. Where I’d been helpless and useless and possibly even near death.
But I didn’t want to think about that now. Or ever, if I was being honest. It wasn’t in me to deal with those sort of things.
“Talk to me.” His words came out low next to my ear.
