“You doing okay back there?” Alex asks, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
I fan my hand in front of my face. “Yeah, it’s just a little hot back here.”
Nicholas lets out a loud snore as he wiggles in the seat, trying to rest his head on my shoulder, but I push him in the other direction. He dozed off the minute we pulled out of the driveway and Aislin passed out not too shortly after.
“It is hot in here,” Alex agrees, giving me a tired smile. “But I think it’s usually that way when you and I are in a confined space together.” He rolls down his window too, letting more ocean air ventilate the car.
“Magic” by Coldplay hums through the speakers, a soft beat that’s making me want to go to sleep too.
“Are you tired?” Alex glances at the time on the dashboard. “You can take about a fifteen minute nap if you want to.”
I yawn. “Yeah, a little, but I’ll stay awake.”
“You should get some rest,” he insists. “You need to be awake when we get there just in case something happens.”
Suddenly, I’m wide-awake and I scoot forward in the seat and rest my arms on the center console. “You act like Stasha is going to murder me the moment I walk in the door.”
“No, she’s not that bad, but…” He pauses, wavering. “But she has some jealousy issues, which got worse when we broke up.”
I can’t help but wonder if we’re broken up, Alex and I, or if we were technically even together. “Did you love her?”
His head whips in my direction. “Did I love Stasha?” he asks, almost in horror.
I nod. “I’m just wondering… if you’ve ever felt… that.” I can’t help but think of when we were in The Underworld and he said it to me. I had wondered if he meant it—still do. Part of me wants him to but the other doesn’t because it’d put us half way to the end of us—all I would do is need to reciprocate.
He carries my gaze as he holds onto the steering wheel, annunciating each word when he says, “No, I never loved Stasha or anyone else I’ve been with.” Again, I wonder if this includes me. “That’s why I dated her…It was easy not to feel things with her…unlike with some people.” He looks back at the road as my skin starts to tingle.
Stop thinking about him like that. Just stop. Find something else to talk about. “Have you ever been happy before?”
He relaxes. “Once or twice. You?”
“Maybe.” I cross my arms on the console and slant forward to get a better look at his face. “What about scared? Because I feel that one all the time, although I’m doubting you ever do.”
He brings his lower lip in between his teeth. “No, I have… When I first met you I was scared shitless and every time something happens to you, every time you get hurt or pass out, it scares me.”
Again, we’re heading in the no go zone, like two stars gravitating toward each other. “What other things have you felt?” I ask, knowing I shouldn’t.
He seems reluctant to answer, but does anyway. “Anger. Frustration. Pain. Sadness.” He pauses, looking at me instead of the road yet still managing to keep the car perfectly aligned in the lane. “Desire. What about you?”
“What other emotions have I felt?”
He shakes his head slowly, brings his hand away from the steering wheel, and puts his finger on my throat and draws a line down to my chest where he can probably feel my heart beating rapidly. “Have you ever felt desire?”
I can barely breathe. This wasn’t my intention. In fact, I was trying to do the opposite, yet once again we can’t stop touching each other and “eye f**king” as Nicholas put it.
“I feel it now,” I say, boldness slipping out of me in a way it never has.
He groans, eyes flaring with desire. “Fuck, Gemma, I—”
“Alex stop!” I scream as a shadowy figure runs out in the road. Alex slams on the breaks as his arm shoots out in front of me, securing me in place. Tires screech. The car lurches forward…metal crunches…a bright light…yellow eyes… blackness…
Then nothing but quiet.
Chapter 8
I have never felt pain like this before. It’s as if my body has compressed into a small, warped ball, my bones broken and bending in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Everything hurts so badly. Death. I have to be dead.
“Gemma,” someone says, but their voice sounds so far away. “Gemma, can you hear me?”
Wait a minute. I know that voice. It’s the most wonderful voice in the world. I lift my eyelids, even though it’s excruciatingly painful, and see the beautiful guy staring down at me with the brightest green eyes I’d ever seen.
“Are you alright?” the guy asks, leaning over me, looking so worried. All I want to do is hug him. Hug in the midst of the stars which seem to be dancing around me, so pretty.
I turn my head to nod, but it doesn’t budge. There’s gravel in my hair and stuck to my skin, along with something warm and liquid.
A girl joins the guy. I know her too. She has tears in her eyes and dirt and blood in her golden brown hair and she looks terrified.
“Look.” She points at my stomach. “Alex, I don’t think…”
The guy’s eyes widen and with one swift movement, he scoops me up in his arms. “Get us out of here,” the guy shouts at the girl as he cradles me against his chest, making me feel safe. “Now!”
She gapes at him helplessly. “Where do you want me to take us?”
“To Stasha’s.” There’s panic on the guy’s face, and I want to tell him it’ll be okay—everything will be okay—but I can’t seem to find my voice. “You have your crystal, right?” he asks the girl.
“Yeah, but what about him?” She turns and points at something on the ground near a pile of twisted metal that’s on fire, smoke rising to the sky.
“We’ll have to leave him here,” he says. “If we don’t get her out of here, she might not make it. Besides, you know they take care of their own when it comes to this sort of thing.”
“Yeah, I know.” The girl is disheartened, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Let’s go then.”
The boy says something else to me, but I can only see his lips moving. My eyelids are so heavy, so I shut them.