Killa
It’s like they’re having some sort of private conversation between themselves, and it pisses me off. When Morgue moves out of his seat and Warrior steps up behind me, I straighten my shoulders. There’s no way in hell I’m letting them take her from me. None.
“Don’t even fuckin’ think about it.” I move to slide her off my lap, but a sharp sting bites into my neck, and I know Morgue stabbed me with one of the needles he carries with him. “Motherfucker,” I bite out.
My arms fall lax and my head drops forward, but I fight with every fiber of my being against whatever drug he’s administered.
“Cass.” My mouth becomes like cotton wool, and I all-out panic when she willingly slides off my lap.
“Promise me you’ll look after him.” What is she talking about? “Promise me you’ll take care of Noah,” I hear her say, but I can’t compute where it’s coming from.
Holy shit, this is some heavy stuff. I drop onto the floor, sucking in sharp puffs of air and fighting my damn hardest to push up to my knees.
“J-Jesu—” I can’t get my words out. “Casss?”
She kneels on the floor beside me, her face hazy, and my heart breaks when she strokes the hair from my face and her beautiful face crumples.
Then she bends down and places a kiss on my forehead.
The warmth of her touch seeps into my skin, fighting against the poison chilling my veins, rendering me useless.
“You’re worth the sacrifice,” she whispers.
What hurts the most is the despondent look in her eyes, the fight in them gone. A look I never want to see again for the rest of my life.
A look I’m terrified I will never see again.
I know she’s about to do the unthinkable.
“Cass?” I try again. “Do-don’t go.”
“I love you, Colton.” Something wet touches my face. “Thank you for loving me when nobody else ever has,” she whispers into my ear, and I want to scream at her that those are my words to say. That she’s ripping my heart out, and the thought of him touching her is soul-destroying.
He’s going to hurt her. I know he is.
Please don’t do this, Cass. But the words don’t come.
Don’t give up on us.
There are other ways.
My chest heaves, and pain lances through my heart.
We need her here. Me and Noah. Our baby. We all need her.
I need her to know there’s so much more at risk than her. I just never got around to telling her.
“Cass your pre—”
I try to shake my head, but my body is no longer functioning while my mind screams for it to comply. Get your shit together, motherfucker.
“Cassss.”
Her soft hand caresses my face. “Shhh, it’s okay, Colton.” Her voice sounds off in the distance, but I can make out the resolve in it.
She’s leaving.
She’s sacrificing herself for Stella.
For the Unholy Savages.