Page 79 of Totally Wrecked
“Thanks,” I mutter. I’m still half asleep as well.
“For sure, for sure. Just lie down,” says Killian.
Rex’s silhouette moves back to the doorway.
“Rex?” I say softly.
“Yeah?”
“We’ll find them tomorrow,”
He doesn’t reply.
As I close my eyes, I feel Killian lie down next to me.
“We'll find them tomorrow, Gray Wind,” he whispers, reaching out and putting a hand on my back. His touch relaxes me.
We’ll find them tomorrow, but until then I’ll just have to rely on Brooke kicking ass and taking names.
DAISY
As the stars start to dot the sky, and Key is finally sleeping, Leander has another seizure. His throat looks swollen, and I keep dribbling water in, but I don’t know how much good it’s doing. I press myself against him, and try to breathe slow and steady, thinking maybe his body will calm if it falls into rhythm with mine.
And it’s helping me fend off a panic attack.
A star shoots overhead, and I make a wish.
Get Leander and Key to safety.
Leander mumbles something. This is good—he hasn’t been conscious for hours.
“Leander?”
Oh no. His breathing hitches. I wait for his next inhale, but none comes.
“No! No! Don't you give up!” I’m on my knees and pushing on his chest and breathing into his mouth in a haphazard manner. His breath comes back and I lie back down. “You can't leave me alone, Leander,” I tell him. “I won’t make it without you.”
KILLIAN
Islept well—like, consistently for a few hours—for the first time since leaving Samoa days ago. Being in the body of the plane was comforting. I liked the roof over my head. I liked being fully hydrated and full of bananas. I liked being snuggled up next to Gray’s huge, warm body.
When we wake, Gray shifts but doesn’t move away from me immediately. I hadn’t planned on cuddling, but in my sleep I'd honed in. I hope he isn’t freaked out.
Harvey is snoring in the corner of the plane, and when I sit up, I see Rex is already up and at ‘em, which seems to track for his personality.
“Thanks for being my hottie last night, Gray,” I say, thinking that will defuse any tension. Then I immediately realize an American doesn’t use the term hottie in the same way an Irishman does. “Err, hottie means hot water bottle.”
Gray still doesn’t reply for a minute, but eventually says, “What’s a hot water bottle?”
“You don’t have that in America? It’s like a rubber bottle, you pour boiling water in it and then take it to bed. It’s the best thing ever. When I was wee, Mam would tuck me in with my hottie and I’d sleep like a baby.”
I wonder what Gray’s childhood was like. Did his mam tuck him in at night?
After a few beats, Gray stands up. “We need to get on.” He stands up and nudges Harvey with his foot. “Wake up.”
That’s right, Killian. Focus on the here and now.
Rex jumps back into the plane with bananas for everyone. “Eat, then we leave in twenty.”
