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EASTON
“Keep fucking digging,” I growl, shoveling more dirt out of the way.
The ground is soft from the already dug-up ground, making this ten times faster. We all shovel as fast as we can, bodies covered in sweat, muscles aching, but there is no time to worry about our own problems. My girl has been buried alive for who knows how many hours, we’ll be lucky if she’s alive. I shake the thought, not giving it any life. We know they had to drive here, which would’ve taken them days, so their arrival would’ve had to have been today. We still have time. As soon as I get to Jasmine, her aunt is fucking dead.
My shovel pings off something hard. My heart skyrockets with hope as I drop it, getting on my knees and pushing dirt away, exposing a wooden box.
“Jasmine!” I scream.
CHAPTER 32
JASMINE
“Jasmine.”
“Jasmine.”
“JASMINE.”
My eyes shoot open at the call of my name. Hallucinations started a while ago; the whispers, the feel of spiders crawling over my skin. I hear banging on the box, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from, though.
“Jasmine!”
A wet laugh comes out of my mouth as I bang on the lid, relief washing over me. “Easton! Easton, I’m down here!”
Tears of joy leak down the sides of my face as I bang on the lid, raw fingers scraping against the bloody wood.
They came.
CHAPTER 33
EASTON
“Jasmine!” I scream as I wrench the box open, my lungs finally being able to take a breath as I look down.
The box is empty.
My smile evaporates, the relief and happiness plummets as anger rises, desperation wrapping a noose around my neck, shaking my body uncontrollably. I punch the ground, hands sinking into the soft earth. My head falls forward. “No,” I whisper.
Everett jumps down into the box, grabbing the envelope laying in there before pulling himself back up, dirt and sweat covering his body. He rips it open, eyes narrowed on the words. Then he tears the paper to shreds, releasing a scream.
“What did it say?” Ezra asks, pacing.
“Now you can feel my pain. Signed Libby.”
Sobs echo from Makenna as I bury my face into my hands, releasing a scream. I can’t feel my chest as sorrow takes over my very soul, ripping my heart from my chest. Feeling helpless is never something I’ve dealt with. I’ve never not had what I wanted in my firm grip. The feeling coils around my body, threatening to snap me mentally as I will the universe to give me what I want.
Please, just… let me have her back. Please.
There isn’t a line I won’t cross, a price I won’t pay, a sacrifice I won’t make to find her.
“Fuck this,” Everett growls, grabbing his backpack out of the car and typing on his laptop. Headphones in his ears as he listens to something.
All I can do is wallow in self-pity. My heart feels as if it’s died a thousand deaths as I picture Jasmine lying in a box somewhere all alone, scared, possibly dead. Body cold, gray taking the place of her soft pale skin. Lips blue, eyes lifeless, the spark of life in them nonexistent. All alone. Her nails will most likely be bloody or gone from trying to escape. Her… The image is enough to cause a rouge whimper to leave my lips.
“I got it,” Everett shouts, tossing his laptop back into the car with abandon. “I’m not one hundred percent sure but I isolated the sound of the call by the background noise. There was water falling in the background. She’s at the Falls.”
“The Falls is fucking huge, we may never find her,” Ezra barks.
