Chapter 45
BANE
Get up.
Get the fuck UP, motherfucker.
Fire flickers to life somewhere inside the darkness I’m drowning in.
GET. UP!
My eyes snap open. I choke, pain exploding through my back and my side.
Blood covers my front and pools stickily around me. I shift, then cry out as fresh pain lances through my back.
I think maybe I’ve been stabbed.
It’s not the first time. I was also stabbed in a dumb bar fight at Knightsblood University, when Nero said something psychotic to some guy, and the guy’s buddies tried to throw down.
But the knife in question was a fucking pocketknife, and it barely got me.
Something tells me this is much worse.
My vision starts to sharpen. I wince, looking past my blood on the floor, past the gun I dropped…
Melinda lies clearly dead on the ground, a knife sticking out of her blood-soaked thigh and a lot of blood spreading across the tiles around her.
Lark must have gotten her aorta.
Good girl.
Wait.
LARK.
My gaze drifts higher, and I groan when I see her lying in the tub.
Motionless. Pale.
So fucking pale.
Then I see her arm and a roar thunders from my throat.
GET. THE FUCK. UP.
I need to get up. I need to get to her.
She’s dying.
Blood flows like Christmas ribbons from the gash on her wrist. The tub faucet is still on, and red-tinged water spills over the side onto the floor, mixing with Lark's and Melinda’s blood. turning the whole room red.
Move, motherfucker, or she fucking dies.
It takes everything I have, but I get one knee on the ground.
Then the other.
My legs feel weak as fuck. No way can I stand.
But I can damn well crawl.
I groan, pain taking my breath away and making my vision cut in and out. I keep moving, shuffling forward on hands and knees until I’m past the hardwood of the bedroom and onto the bloodied, wet bathroom tiles.
“Stay with me, baby!” I grunt through the agony wrapping like a noose around my throat. “Fucking stay with me!”
I’m having a lot of trouble filling my lungs, and I don’t think it’s just the pain. But I don’t have time to worry about that right now.
Blood soaks my clothes as I drag myself through the horror-show scene, past Melinda’s body, past the knife on the floor.
“LARK!” I roar, reaching for the edge of the tub and choking as white-hot lighting explodes through my shoulder.
I keep pulling, screaming through the agony as I lift myself up until I can get one knee to the edge.
I grunt and flip over the edge of the tub, splashing into the blood-red water with Lark. She doesn’t move.
“STAY WITH ME, BABY!!”
I shove myself behind her, between her and the tub. The knife is still in my back: I’m made aware of that when it bangs against the porcelain.
I think I black out for a second then.
But I come to again, sputtering, fresh blood dripping from my mouth as I blink away the agony and wrap my arms around her.
“Stay with me, baby,” I choke as I reach over the side of the tub and grab a fistful of Melinda’s blouse. With a grunt and a yank, I tear off a big strip of it and then lift Lark’s arm out of the water.
Fucking God, there’s so much blood.
My vision starts to blur again as I wrap the makeshift bandage around Lark’s wound. I tie it as tightly as I can, then lift her arm above the level of her heart and keep it there.
“C’mon, baby!” I choke, the taste of copper filling my mouth. I wheeze as I try to suck in air.
“C’mon, Lark!” I rasp, slapping her cheek with my other hand. “COME ON!”
Her lips are purple, and her face is turning fucking blue.
Rage sparks inside me as I grab her chin and shake her violently, then drop my mouth to her cold ear.
“You don’t get to fucking die, Lark,” I hiss. “You and I made a deal. You go, I go. And I can’t fucking go yet.” Hot tears burn my eyes. “I can’t fucking go yet,” I whisper into her ear, my head pressed to hers, “because I need to tell you I love you one more fucking time.”
I wheeze in a ragged breath as I slap her cheek again.
“So don’t fucking die, baby,” I croak, slapping her again. “Don’t you dare—”
Her eyes flicker behind her closed lids.
Her blue lips part a fraction of an inch, then close again.
I gasp for air, shoving her arm up higher.
“Stay with me,” I mumble. “You’re too happy to jump, remember?”
Then I fade away.