Page 136 of Twisted Hearts

Whirling, I grab the second and third epi-pens off the floor, silently thanking Lukas for his over-protective nature when it comes to Luna.

One of these things is a child’s dose.

Two will take care of an adult.

Three is my insurance policy.

I scramble to my feet, my eyes bulging wide as I steel myself and slam the second pen into my neck.

Fucking HELL.

Pure energy explodes like napalm through my veins. I lurch, slamming into first one wall and then another before I crash out through the bathroom like an unsteady bull. Whatever Svetlana gave me is still fucking me up. But I can move. I can breathe.

I can save Eilish.

It takes everything I have not to rush to her first. But she needs more help than I can give. I half-run, half-fall down the stairs, groaning as I slam into the ground at the bottom and charge like a drunk across the floor. My phone is smashed. But I grab Eilish’s bag off the ground amidst a mess of broken glass and blood and yank out her phone.

I pound the third adrenaline shot into my neck before dropping the syringe to the floor.

I can barely focus as I turn and surge back upstairs like Frankenstein’s monster on a bender, ricocheting off the walls of the hallway until I crash back into the room where she’s dying right in front of me.

“Stay with me, solnishka,” I growl, cupping her face and prying her eyes open as I hold the phone in front of them.

Mercifully, it unlocks.

“Stay the fuck with me, Eilish!” I roar. “Stay with me!!”

I hit the top number on her favorites.

“Hey! Welcome back, Blondie—”

“GET. HERE,” I roar like a monster into the phone.

That third hit of adrenaline is hitting me hard. Maybe too hard.

“Gavan?!” Castle yells. “What the fuck—”

“GET. HERE. FUCKING. NOW!”

My heart isn’t slowing anymore. It’s beating too fast.Waytoo fucking fast. I shouldn’t have given myself that third shot of adrenaline. My arm starts to go numb, my breath coming ragged and shallow as my skin turns to fire.

Oh fuck.

I’m think I might be having a fucking heart attack.

“Gavan—”

“MY! HOUSE!” I bellow. “HELP. EILISH. NOW!”

He might not care about me, but he’ll come for her.

The phone falls from my hand. My heart is beating so fucking fast it feels like it’s going to explode from my chest. My jaw clenches, my eyes staring painfully wide as I slump on the couch next to her, shoving her bandaged wrist above her head and taking the other hand in mine.

“STAY WITH ME!!” I scream, choking as my breath comes too fast to manage. “EILISH…”

My left arm is numb. My chest is tight.

No.

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