Chapter Thirty-Seven
My eyes open to darkness. The pain in my head is like a stabbing sensation every time I move or look in any direction.
Hugh.
Memories trickle in slowly… Letting Athena out… My father's voice.
I try to move a little bit to find something, anything to defend myself. But the small movement sends a familiar pain down my arm.
“Please stay with me, Goddess. I can't survive without you.”
Wyatt?
Suddenly the car stops, and lights as bright as the sun pierce my eye. It feels like it’s bulging out of the socket. The door by my head opens, and I'm in Wyatt's arms.
He gently kisses my forehead, and I manage to get my eye that isn’t swollen open.
“Off-i-cer,” I mutter slowly.
“Goddess? You’re awake?”
My favorite lopsided grin appears.
“I thought I was going to lose you.” His lips press to mine, but when I try to kiss him back, the pain stops me.
“Hugh?” I ask.
“Dead.”
With the words I’ve waited years to hear, I'm pulled from his arms and placed on a stretcher in an ambulance. The EMTs start moving around me, poking, prodding, and pushing Wyatt away. My eyes and limbs feel heavy again, but I try to reach out for Wyatt. I need him.
“What's happening? What’s wrong with her? She was just awake and talking!” Wyatt's panicked voice rings out louder than everything else around me.
When I try to answer him, I find my voice doesn't exist. Everything is getting blurry. Panic starts to rise, but my mind feels heavy and foggy.
What is happening to me?