Page 36 of Delirium
“Then it’s a good thing that I asked Tristan to hack into the GPS system of the car Skylar took from her friend, and Cillian is on his way to her,” she said and sat down on the couch, as if what she did wasn’t the biggest fuckup of her life.
“What?” I asked.
“Cillian is on his way to Skylar, and he’s most probably already with her. He picked up her friend as well. What’s his name?” she pondered. “Kane, I think.”
“That doesn’t erase the fact that there are two guys who are most probably dead, and a shaken young girl who’s doing God knows what.”
“No, it doesn’t,” she agreed. “But unlike you, Storm, I’m not sitting around, blaming other people for my mess. I own it. I know I should have sent her with more people. I know Atlas should have stayed with her, but he didn’t, and that’s on us.”
“You shouldn’t have sent her out there at all!” I yelled out. “Don’t you see? She was safe here.”
“She was trapped here,” she argued. “Just as I am, and she couldn’t see the way out. She didn’t go there because she wanted to run, Storm. She went because she wanted to get back the control they took from her. But you don’t get it, and you never will.”
Ophelia stood up from the couch and started walking toward the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked, taking a step closer toward her.
“Lazar will be sending a car for me,” she replied, looking at me. “I’m not staying here with you for another second.”
“You can’t leave,” I blurted out, earning another one of her glares. “You can’t leave now.”
“And why is that, Stormy?” she asked and walked toward me. “For the first time in your life, please do try to tell me the truth instead of some fucked-up lie.”
“I-I,” I stammered, because the only reason why I didn’t want her to go out there was because I didn’t want her out of my sight.
What happened with Skylar shook me to my core, and I knew that if it was Ophelia, I would have reacted even worse than Dylan and Ash. They didn’t stop to listen to any of us before they took off after her. They didn’t stop to think about the possible consequences and what could happen if they went alone, but they didn’t care.
They didn’t wait for Indigo and Creed, and now they were gone.
Indigo called to tell me about the accident, but their bodies were nowhere to be found, which meant only one thing—Judah and Logan had them, and I knew where they were taking them.
But how could I focus on Ash and Dylan and this entire mess when the woman I loved was slipping through my fingers, and there was no one else to blame but me? If only I had communicated properly. If only I had tried to do things better, to talk to her about my fears and the fact that I couldn’t let her in yet. At least not fully.
Maybe then we wouldn’t have been in this situation where my heart was tearing apart, bleeding on this cold fucking floor as Ophelia got ready to leave me.
“I’m coming with you,” I said, closing the distance between us. She looked up at me, the disgust and anger obvious on her face, but I didn’t give a fuck how she felt about me right now.
All that mattered was for her to be safe and secure. For our kids to be safe, and that meant I was going with her.
“Now look who’s being ridiculous,” she said, moving away from me as if she couldn’t stand to be anywhere near me.
It was funny because I couldn’t stand to be away from her.
“I’m going with you. I’ll take you to Santa Monica and if you still wish to leave, then you can leave, but I’m going.”
“You have to stay here, Storm. You need to help them.”
“Indigo and Atlas are on it, and I will instruct them to coordinate with Cillian. Don’t look at me like that,” I groaned.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like you hate me? Like you don’t want to spend another moment with me.”
“Because I don’t, Storm,” she answered flatly. “I especially don’t want to spend the next two to three days driving in the same car with you. Driving up here from Santa Monica was enough to drive me crazy, and having to do that a second time is definitely not my idea of fun.”
“Please, Sunshine,” I begged. “We can leave right now, but I can’t let you go without me. You’re pregnant—”
“Stop saying that as if I’m sick!”
