Page 156 of Hunted By Fae
The look Samick turns on Dare is enough to chill my insides, and it isn’t even aimed at me. “This one is already dying.”
The panic spears through me. “She can’t breathe. She needs her inhaler.”
Dare drops a frown to me.
Inhaler.
A foreign word to him.
“Remedy,” I say, my gaze pleading with him. “It’s in her pocket—she needs to breathe it in.”
Dare turns his frown to Samick, and it smoothens into a silent request.
Samick’s jaw rolls once, then he shuts his eyes as if to will patience into himself. He fists his hand on the buttons of Tesni’s jacket.
Her reaction is instant.
Her boot slides down the windshield, a lame attempt to push herself away from him as his other hand rummages through her pockets.
I loosen a breath.
She’s awake.
Alive.
Her dazed blue eyes have been shut too long, I didn’t know—but now I do, and I sink into the road that bit more.
Items fall onto the hood, slip off the metal of the car, clatter to the ice. A packet of cigarettes, a lighter, some more shotgun shells, a lip balm—
He tugs out a blue inhaler.
“That’s it!”
He slides a frosty look at me.
“Bring it to her mouth. She needs to breathe it in.”
The glare he spares me silences the words in my throat.
I shrink into the road.
Dare tightens his fist around the coiled rope, and I don’t know if he means to nudge me deeper into silence, warn me, or pull me out of Samick’s path.
A breath wisps at Samick’s face, a curt sigh or a huff, I don’t know, but he turns to shove the mouth of the inhaler between Tesni’s parted lips.
“Press the top,” I mumble, the fear lowering my voice. “All the way, then again.”
He does that.
Disinterested, he presses it down once, then twice, then a third time before Tesni’s chest rises higher, and I can hear the whimper in her breath.
I sag with the relief rushing through me.
But Dare disturbs the moment, quick.
“Hope you have said your farewell,” he starts with a soft smile. “It will be a long while before you see her again.”
His grip flexes on the coiled rope before he pushes to his feet.
