“It’s no good, Cam. They filled my chest with holes the size of my fist. My heart’s spilling out of my shirt. It’s a mortal wound. This is the part where you get to tell me it’s my half-blood weakness that did me in.”

He cursed fluently on his end. “I’m going to wring your neck just as soon as I find you. I have someone working on tracking you by your cell, but for the love of god, give me some kind of direction!”

“Shit, I don’t know. We took a dirt road off the 215 somewhere west of town. We went off road after that. The tracks should be pretty clear from there. I think I can make out the ruined car in the distance. It’s north and west of me. They tore it to pieces.”

“I’m on my way. I’ll call Dom now. Keep your phone in your hand, and don’t black out.” He ordered.

“Easy for you to say.”

“Just hang in there, Sloan. Just think of the shit you can give me if you survive. It’ll be even better than that time you wiped the floor Siobhan.”

I grunted into the phone. “Thanks for reminding me. What a nice memory to think back on in my last moments. In case I don’t get another chance to tell you, I still think you’re a bastard.”

He barked out a laugh. “I know I am, sweetheart. You can tell me that every day for the rest of our lives. Just don’t die.” If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn that his voice was thick with tears.

“Cam-” I felt the world going hazy. “I always wanted to tell you that-”

“You can tell me when I get there, sweetheart.”

“I won’t make it that long. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry, Cam. I’m sorry for everything. And don’t ever call me sweetheart.”

“Baby, cut it out with the apologies. I’ll be there in ten minutes, and I know you’ll regret apologizing to me as soon as you’re better. I’m not above gloating at an injured woman.” Strangely, I still heard those thick tears in his voice. I was really losing it.

“I have so many-” the world went hazy, but I gripped onto consciousness to finish, “regrets. Goodbye, Cam.”

His gravelly voice raised to a panicked shout on the other end of the line as the world went black.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Infamous

 I came to, fully aware that I’d been captured. I was surprised, however, to find that I was not alone, though Sloan and my sister were conspicuously absent.

Two pairs of eyes tracked me warily as I sat up inside of a small cage. The cage was positioned in a line of similar enclosures, set behind a huge dark red curtain, and hung so far off of the ground that I had no concept of how high I actually was. Only two of the other strange human birdcages were occupied. My gut twisted when I saw that the other prisoners were two very young teenage girls.

The girls clutched hands tightly across the space that separated their cages. They were opposites in looks, but obviously had some close relationship, and were of a close age, perhaps twelve or thirteen years old. It was obvious to me at a glance that neither was human, though I had no clue what they actually were.

The bolder of the two spoke first. She had red and gold hair colored like no hair I’d seen before. It looked more like trails of crimson and gold flame than actual hair, and tumbled down just past her shoulders. Her bright golden eyes were piercing and accusatory. “You-you’re one of them! Don’t try to deny it! We heard them talking about you when they thought we were asleep. If you’re here to try to trick us, you can just forget it!” Her young voice was defiant, but held an obvious tremor.

The other girl, a pale contrast to the girl beside her, made a soothing noise. “Don’t get worked up, Nix. It wouldn’t be good for either of us. Whatever their latest trick is, we won’t let it affect us. Remember, we resolved not to let them feed off of our rage and terror any longer.” The girl spoke in a voice that could break any heart, the despair soft but prevalent, despite her bolstering speech. As she finished speaking, she raised watery eyes to mine. They were startling and lavender, and every bit as heartbreaking as her soft voice. Her hair was white and looked soft like feathers. It hung almost to her waist. Her skin was palest alabaster and, combined with her white hair, seemed to create a white glow in the darkness around her.

Both girls wore thin white slips that didn’t cover nearly enough. “How long have you two been held here?” I asked as my mind began, with dread, to connect the dots of their situation.

“Why would we tell one of you anything?” the one called Nix spit out.

“Well, if I was working with them, which I’m not, I would already know the answer to that. So you have nothing to lose by telling me,” I said reasonably.

“Long enough,” Nix said.

“Too long,” the pale one stated.

“Care to elaborate?” I raised a brow at them until they spoke again.

“Months,” the pale one said.

Nix followed with. “Weeks for me.”

I clenched my eyes shut, rubbing my throbbing temples. “So the red one is Nix. What’s your name, white one?”

“Leona,” the heart-achingly soft voice answered me.

“Well, Leona, Nix, to answer your statement, yes, I am one of them. That’s the bad news. The good news is that I hate them as much as you do-”

“Impossible.” Leona’s soft voice surprised me with it’s vehemence.

“And I’ll help you in any way that I can,” I continued. “Oh, and I have some help on it’s way.”




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