Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: Misses.

Leilani.

Have you ever been in a situation where you do not know what to do, where to go, or how to navigate through the next string of activities. All you know is that you wanted to be out of there, out of that phase... and most of all, you wanted nothing more than to wake up and realize that it was all a bad dream?

If yes, then I would have you know that that was the exact phase I was in right now.

I had that same pounding in my chest feeling that you would have had then as I cradled a limp Jarek to my chest, shaking him desperately as if that would keep him awake even though it was only for a while.

But I was wrong.

I was always wrong.

He was not stirring awake. He was not moving. Hell, I wasn’t even sure that he was breathing and to make matters worse— for me— his blood was everywhere, and when I say ’everywhere,’ I mean: EVERY FUCKING WHERE! From my clothes to the floor, to my hair and goddess, I could swear that I felt it on my hands too.

Not my literal hands... I feared that all of these were in a way my fault.

The sight was horrible to look at, filling me with so much fear, I could literally feel myself quake from all of it.

When a moment passed, and then two, and all I could still hear was the continuous ringing sound in my ear, I snapped. My head shot up to meet Keisha’s wavering gaze, and do you know what was more disgusting besides her being the root of all of this madness, the fact that she had the effrontery to look shocked and upset.

The fact that she was crying uncontrollably, shaking with pain... or was that just plain fear as she held on to the shirt of the person standing beside her.

Her loud cries filled the already unnaturally still air and her knees crashed to the floor when she found me watching her. But when I realized that she had just dropped into a pool of blood— a pool of blood that was Jarek’s— something twisted within me snapped.

I seethed; "Let us out of here."

I didn’t beg. I didn’t ask. Goddess, I was so annoyed, every ounce of decency I once had flew out the window.

I saw her blink at me, her ashen face twisting with an ugly emotion as she seethed; "No."

"Keisha—"

"Why should I do that?!" She sneered in a shaky voice. "Why should I help you out of here when all I have ever wanted is to see you dead?"

I sighed when I heard her speak because truth be told, all her voice gave me was migraines. And after managing to calm the storm of rage brewing in my head, I hissed through gritted teeth;

"You may want me to die but do you want your Jarek to die?"

The words tasted like vomit in my mouth but knowing that that was the only way to get to her, that it was best to make her believe I had given up Jay for her, I pushed past the bile rising in my throat and continued; "...he is badly hurt, Keisha... thanks to you. So we need to get him to the hospital quickly or he will die."

It took a moment for the gravity of my words to dawn on her, and when this happened, she cocked her eyebrows, glanced at him then at me skeptically and shook her head. "No."

"Keisha..."

"I do not trust you!" She snapped so loud and sharp, I flinched. "I have never trusted you and I fear that you would take him away from here and never bring him back!"

Her stupid selfish words made me want to roll my eyes at her. Hell, I would’ve done that if I wasn’t so scared... and if Jarek wasn’t getting so cold in my arms.

So do you know what I did instead?

I slowly lowered him to the floor, rose to my feet and stepped away from him to stalk towards Keisha.

"I do not care how intimidating you would like to portray yourself!" She snapped scornfully, "I am not letting you out of here!"

Her voice quaked as she spoke and without being told, I knew that she was scared too— if not more than I was. Also, I noticed that she was distracted now and that should be to my advantage.

My eyes caught sight of the gun lying not so far from her feet, and deciding that that was my only chance out of here, I stalked closer to her until we were only a few inches apart and drawled under my breath; "I won’t run away with him. He’s yours. The moon goddess paired you with him, not me."

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