Chapter Sixty-Three Grace #2
“Do I have to? It was an accident, I’m sorry, I…” My voice shook.
This was when I died. They were going to take me away and kill me. Just like Spencer’s dad.
“Dr. Ellington, we need to go. Please don’t make this difficult.” The agent was nondescript, but very stern, and wearing a black suit–exactly what you’d expect from some secret interdimensional agency.
“I love you. I’ll love you until the end of the universe.” Tears pricked my eyes as I kissed Wes again, the last kiss I’d ever get from him. Trying to memorize his face, his touch, before I left him forever.
At least I got this time with him. At least I now know he’s real.
I went over to Evan as I squished my face to his, grateful I’d gotten to know him as well. “I love you, too.” Biting my lower lip, I looked at everyone. “I love you all so much.” The tears streamed down my face.
Never would I see them again. But it was worth it. Finding Wes. Meeting the rest of the pack. Being part of their family even though it was only for a short time.
“Will someone tell me what is going on? Who are you? You can’t just come in and take her.” Brennan stepped menacingly toward the unnamed agent.
“I assure you, I can and will. Dr. Ellington, we must go. Please don’t be difficult.” His voice, and expression, weren’t mean. But they weren’t kind either.
“I’ll love you to the end of the universe, too. But what’s happening?” Wes grabbed my hand.
“Wes, you need to let her go.” Spencer’s voice went firm. “I’ll explain later.”
I started to sob as I followed him to the door. There was no point in resisting.
“She isn’t even wearing shoes. Fuck.” Riley ran after us. “Let her stay.”
He was already opening the door. I put on a sandal from the rack by the door. Slipping under his arm, Riley tried to block his path. There was probably no time to get my other cast, or my purse.
“I’m sorry, but we need to go.” He sidestepped her.
“Don’t take her away,” Riley begged, hugging me.
“You need to go inside. It is for the better,” I told her, giving her a hug. “I knew this could happen. I love you, too, Ri.”
“Ri, please come inside,” Spencer told her from the doorway.
Evan hugged me. “I love you.”
Riley continued to rant at him as Spencer brought her inside.
“Jett… Bren… I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“We must go,” the agent told me, taking my arm and dragging me toward a waiting black car not quite like anything I’d seen.
“Please let me stay, I did nothing wrong,” I sobbed as he opened the car door and pushed me in the front seat. A whine escaped my lips. “I’m sorry. I don’t even remember, I’m so sorry. Let me go.”
Something pricked my neck, and he shut the door, climbed into the front seat and drove off. My hand went to my neck. “Ow.”
“Grace.” Wes ran after the car.
I tried to open the door, and it was locked.
“Let me go. I’m happy here. I won’t do anything, I promise,” I pounded on the window. Wes’ face, the emotions through the bond, they all broke my heart.
All of them were becoming something I hadn’t had in a long time. A family.
The agent’s hand shot out in front of me as he opened the glove compartment. Taking out a small bottle, he shoved it into my hand. “Drink this, it will help. Hold on.”
He pushed the center of the steering wheel, and for a moment all the breath left my body, and it felt as if I was on a rollercoaster, plunging down a steep drop.
The bottom fell out of my stomach as everything outside my window streaked for a moment, then turned back to the city.
But this wasn’t anywhere I’d been before. The car drove quickly, making sharp turns. All I could do was to try not to vomit.
“I’m sorry, but we have no time,” he said as we squealed to a stop. “Come on.”
He vaulted out of the car and opened my door.
“Here.” The man put a hat on my head and shoved sunglasses on my face, dragging me out of the car. “You need to drink that. It will help,” he said as he pushed me into an elevator, which was dark and janky.
“What’s happening? Who are you? I…” My chest shook, but I opened the bottle and chugged the contents. It was sweet, like the fake fruit juice we used to drink at vacation bible school.
The door opened, and he dragged me out into a hall, which felt sterile, like we were in a police station. Which we probably were.
Vertigo struck me as my head exploded with pain. He had my arm in a vice grip and didn’t stop moving.
“It’s going to be fine,” he said as I whimpered, my vision going black.
“There she is. Finally. Where were you hiding her?” another voice said, heels clicking on the floor. Their scent was overwhelming, like a department store perfume counter.
The pain hurt too much to open my eyes, but we were still moving, and the feeling like I was going to be sick didn’t subside. I took a deep breath. 3.14159265359.
“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “Don’t trust anyone. Don’t mention where you were,” he murmured in my ear.
“She’s not even prepped. I need to hear her statement first. What is she wearing?” she added, clearly unamused.
“We’ve got to bring her now or they’re going to call it,” he retorted.
The vertigo and blackness passed as we came to a halt. I opened my eyes as we stood in front of guarded, double doors. Blood roared in my ears as my knees went weak. Was this where I was going to be tried? Did I get a lawyer? What was wrong with my dress? 79323846264
“She’ll be fine.” He turned to the guard. “Let us in.”
The doors opened. It was clearly some sort of courtroom, though sterile and surreal, like from a futuristic movie.
The man, Weigmier, put his hand on the small of my back, pushing me into the room, as he took the hat and glasses he’d had me wearing.
What was going on? I took a deep breath. 3383279502.
“Just be truthful and tell them everything you remember,” he murmured, giving me another little push.
It was as if a switch went on in my head, and everything became illuminated with a blinding intensity.
“Yes, sir.” My voice shook as I trembled, looking at the stern judge who beckoned me to what was most likely the stand. There were a lot of people.
Including some that looked familiar–and seemed very unhappy with me.
My head buzzed and my heart thumped so hard I thought it might leap out of my chest.
I sucked in another deep breath, completely losing track as to what place of Pi I was on. Because I remembered.
I remembered everything.
…to be continued in Dream Mates (Into the Parallel Omegaverse Book 2).
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