Page 59 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

I rock her back and forth, pressing my lips against the top of her head, unable to say anything because my teeth are chattering so bad from the pain. My body feels like it’s being ripped apart, limbs torn from their sockets and sliced through the bone, yet she feels so small and fragile in my arms.

And I don’t let go.

Even when it feels like I’m being set on fire, I don’t let go. I hold her tighter because maybe, just maybe, if I’m strong enough, I’ll get her to the other side in one piece.

And then . . . I think my agonized delirium must be leading to delusion, making me see things. I don’t believe my eyes until Sinclair gasps too.

“Was that—did she—is shebreathing?” Jolting forward and out of my arms, Sinclair feels for a pulse and screams in shock. “Titus,Titus!She has a pulse!”

“Okay, okay.” I try to think clearly, still reeling from touching her. “We need to call an ambulance.” I dig through my pockets for my phone, my hand shaking from residual pain.

A sound like snapping twigs makes both of us whip our heads toward the door. The first thing I can make out over the dining table is a shock of bright white hair.

Sinclair beats me to her feet, standing up only to stumble back, bumping into her grandmother as if whoever is there has made her completely forget where she is.

She sucks in a ragged, shaky breath like she can’t remember how to breathe. Her eyebrows knit together and her mouthopens, but nothing comes out. She releases an equally uneven exhale, then stutters, “M-M-Mom?”

To be continued . . .