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He was barely recognizable, and yet I floated to him with my curious gaze.
“I need you back here.”
I pouted my lips because I still wasn’t sure. He tried to soften his gaze, but I didn’t think he was able to in this form.
“Sweet Flower…if you die…I’ll destroy everything. Absolutely everything. I won’t stop until everything fucking burns to the ground. Do you want that? Do you wish for me to seek vengeance?”
That made me frown, the thought of many people suffering on my behalf something I didn’t want to see happening. It felt like I was being blackmailed to return, and that had me crossing my arms over my chest and giving him a stubborn pout.
“Sweets.”I glanced back to Loki and noticed the immense sadness in his eyes. That had me over at his side again. I wished to wipe the tears that left his glimmering cheeks. I tried to brush them away, but I couldn’t.
My hands just went through him, and I couldn’t feel his warmth.
I couldn’t feel anything happening around us.
"Don’t let the Vile Queen win. Don’t let your enemies laugh at your death. I know…it’s peaceful, isn’t it?”
I slowly nodded as my shoulders sank. I glanced back at my dead body, noticing how my lips were now purple and my skin was becoming blueish. I had to return. There was so much more to live for, but I couldn’t recall those reasons.
Or I was afraid to recall them.
"You want more peaceful days, right Sweets?”My head lifted to see Loki’s sad smile.“We’ll fight to give you those. We’ll start with Christmas. It’ll be a holiday with just us, but we can’t do that unless you come back to us, Willow. We need you…your pack needs you, Willow.”
My pack. My Forbidden Pack.
That was what I’d forgotten about. My pack of forbidden sinners.
Dimitris, Neo, Saint, Jayce, Onyx, Milo, Viktor, and Loki.
My eight men. My pack of loyal wolves. The group of men trying to help me succeed in all avenues in life. Those individuals who were willing to fight for my dream.
My hopeful vision of a peaceful life with my pack.
He didn’t need to say any more, for I knew I couldn’t run away anymore. With a nod, I looked back at Saint and stuck my tongue out.
The way he huffed brought tears to his black hollows, but he had to make one thing clear.
“A disaster has to happen here, Willow,”he whispered.“And I don’t want you having an ounce of sympathy, understand?”
All I could do was nod as I felt the growing urge to return to my body. It felt easy now, like being sucked into a vacuum. I suddenly gasped and coughed before a groan left my trembling lips.
“Willow.” Loki’s voice was close to my ear, and it was followed with warm lips that pressed against mine. I kissed him back to the best of my ability, feeling grateful that I could feel his warmth once more.
I wanted to speak and let him know I was okay but I felt so weak. I decided to fight to open my eyes, and when I did, there was Loki’s exhausted expression as tears fell from his glassy orbs and onto my cheeks.
“Hey, Sweets,” he muttered weakly. “Good girl. You came back.”
“I…wasn’t…going…anywhere,” I managed to croak.
“Shh,” he whispered as he lifted me further up against him and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Just rest. The drop fucked you up a bit and they had to have injected something into you, but you’ll feel better soon. I promise.”
“S…S...” I needed to know where Saint was.
Where is my Saint?
Loki hushed me again in hopes of calming me down before it felt like he was turning us around. I forced my eyes to open once more, their heaviness no match for my heightened curiosity.
The sun was still rising in the sky, but the first characteristic that hit my senses was its burning rays.
