Where is Cal? Why isn’t he here? How did Michael get into my room? Why won’t he just let me go?
He’s never going to allow me to have peace.
I will forever be his prisoner.
Michael wins.
I lose.
I let my hands fall back on the bed.
I stop struggling.
I close my eyes, shutting out the image of Michael’s hate-filled face looking down at me.
I picture Cal, his handsome face, his caring eyes.
In this moment, it has been reaffirmed for me that it has been Cal all along.
Cal’s my soulmate. My one true love. The one that my heart belongs to, and always has.
“Goodbye, my love.” I mouth the words, no sound coming out.
I wish that we had figured it out earlier, but it’s too late.
My time is up.
Chapter Twenty-Five
One moment
Cal
I only went to get a coffee.
I only left the room for a few minutes. I hadn’t been able to sleep, my eyes fixated on Lucy. My need to make sure that she is safe overriding my need to rest.
All it took was a few minutes for him to get to her.
For him to hurt her.
For him to take her from me.
Entering her room and seeing him bent over her bed made me see nothing but fucking red. The rage that tore through me was like nothing I have ever experienced before.
I found a strength I didn’t even know I possessed as I grabbed Michael and threw him across the room. He crashed into the wall before collapsing onto the floor, his eyes wide with shock.
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to make the bastard suffer.
He doesn’t deserve to live, but I couldn’t act on impulse. Lucy needs me, and I need her.
I stayed by her bed, pushing the buzzer to alert the nurses that they were needed.
The fucking monitors should have alerted the nurses that something was wrong, the ones that keep a check on Lucy’s heart, but my eyes quickly flicked to the screens to see that they were blank. No power, and I can only assume that the bastard shut them off.
And where the fuck is the security guard?
