Page 2 of Share Me

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before she stepped back and looked at Marshall. Letting go of her suitcase, she walked toward him, flinging her arms around his neck. Without a word, he lifted her, and she wrapped her thighs around him. “And you… I have no idea what’s going on with you either, but you don’t need to hide who you are or what you like, not from anyone, but especially not from us. This was and will always be a safe place. You know that, right?”

“You’re leaving, Sugar, so I don’t think it matters what I think anymore.”

“And if I asked what you were thinking, what would say?”

“Stay. We all want you to stay.”

“Because of the curse?”

“Of course. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He looked around at Dawson and me and then back at Lea. “Any of you.”

I saw the change in her instantly. Her body tensed and she slipped out of his arms, walking back toward the front door before she turned to me. “Be good, Fox. You deserve the world.”

“Let me take you to your car,” Marshall offered, his protective mode kicking in.

“I’m fine, but thank you.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion, Sugar. Come on y’all, let’s walk the lady to her car.”

She opened her mouth to stop him, but he was already outside and we followed close behind. We made the short journey in silence, although I wondered if anyone else could hear the sound of my heart breaking.

Marshall loaded her case into the trunk before stepping back and watching her climb into the back seat. She offered us a small wave before dropping her head and the car pulled away, taking one quarter of our whole away.

Standing on my driveway, the drone of the London traffic surrounding us, pain hammered where my heart used to be. “We should talk about—”

“Fuck,” Dawson groaned, pushing his fingers through his hair wavy, blond hair. “I should have just told her how I feel.”

“And me,” Marshall muttered, his hand splaying over his heart as if being away from her was physically causing him pain. “I need to tell her.” He turned to my bodyguard, who stood nearby pretending not to see what was going on. “Lenny. We need a car.” He turned back to us. “We need to get her back. I don’t want to live in a world where she isn’t.”

Minutes later, we were in the back of my town car, speeding toward Lea’s house.

As we drove, the traffic slowed to a standstill and the driver’s voice sounded out over the intercom. “Sorry, Fox, looks like there has been a massive accident up ahead. We might be here a while.”

The shift in the car was instant; Marshall’s face fell, Dawson paled and bile filled my throat.

“It can’t be…” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.

“Fox, stay with Lenny. Do not leave his side,” Marshall instructed, moving to open the car door.

“I’m not staying here. I need to see if it’s—”

“Come, but stay with Lenny. Promise me. I can’t worry about you right now.”

“Promise.”

“Dawson, there’s a black holdall in the trunk. Grab it and then follow me. Be quick. When we get there, I need you to do exactly what I ask, no matter what that is. Can you do that?”

Dawson nodded, and they both moved quickly. When I exited the car, Lenny had climbed out of the front passenger seat and was waiting for me, as was the sound of screaming and horns blaring.

Weaving our way through the stationary traffic, I let out a cry when I saw the truck that had jackknifed across the road, smashing through the central barrier into oncoming traffic. At first, I wondered if our panic had been premature, but then I saw her.

Laid across the hood of the car, face covered in blood, she wasn’t moving. Marshall stood next to her, fingers pressed to the pulse point in her neck; a place I’d kissed so many times. As if he could sense me, he lifted his gaze, his eyes landing on mine as he offered me the slightest shake of his head.

Clutching my chest, the air vanished, and I struggled to breathe as I realized…

One of us left, and we all fell.

Chapter 1

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