The Carrero Contract - Amending Agreements (Book 2 of Contract Trilogy)

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I wake up gasping for air, panic-stricken as my heart hammers through my chest and my body springs alert in clammy awareness. I sit upright with speed and a force that yanks the tube from my face harshly and makes me yelp as the drain in my arm tugs savagely in synchronised timing. Arm and nose simultaneously stinging with a sharpness that makes me feel nauseous right from the depths of my churning stomach. I am panting from the nightmare which ripped me out of slumber and completely disorientated with my surroundings.

I seem to be in a small room, filled with moonlight and shadows, breathing hard and sweating as the last fading dregs of my dream slip away, and my view comes into focus clearly, to calm me. It's still dark and I jump, insides somersaulting, when a tall looming figure moves from the window and turns towards me sharply, casting a shadow that hits me with a huge déjà vu and I recoil in terror. My skin goosebumps all over.

'Alexi?' It's out without thought, body draining of blood as cold fear grips my spine, trembling voice and tears prickle as he moves closer to me. Stupid reactions hit me before sense does and I try to make a dash off the bed to get away from him. Clambering fitfully and awkwardly, so afraid, so traumatised by the memories of my dream and what he is to me.

The monster who haunts me.

The monster who pushed me to hold a gun to my head and end it all.

I remember everything now. I know why I am here, and what Alexi made me do to myself in a bid to end my pain.

I shot myself in the head!

Except? ... I can't have.

I'm still here. I am breathing.

Maybe I'm dead and this is my personal hell? It proves he was always the devil as he stands before me now, on the other side. My tormentor for an eternity.

I feel completely sick as nausea consumes me and churns my body inside out with a weakening lurch.

'Camilla calm down ... it's me ... it's Mico. Stop!' The light flicks on over my head as he hits the lamp and I'm dazzled by brightness, stopped in my tracks by him illuminating the room around us. Half hanging off my bed in a hospital gown as he clings to my arm to stop me face palming the floor. Desperately holding my writhing body as I stop bucking and fighting to run and realise it's not the devil himself after all.

I hold still with paused breath and frozen fear as my brain catches up and connects the dots. Seeing him, taking in the room and face, seeing no one else here that would hurt me right now. I recoil my tight and stiff limbs and start to relax a little, breathing heavily to self-calm the waves of anxiety-ridden panic, body pulsating and clammy, as they start to slowly disperse.

I allow him to pull me back onto the bed carefully and cautiously, he's being overly gentle but firm. Eyeing him up like a deer caught in the headlights and still so coiled to flee.

My heart rate and lungs are pounding in unison as I drag in air in a bid to seem less hysterical.

'I'm sorry.' It comes out with a wave of tears, emotion hitting me hard. So exhausted suddenly, and distraught in the blink of an eye. My body sags with both relief and sheer weakness. Not fit for anything, let alone a fight or flight response as my heart still jackhammers in my chest. I grimace as he rights me, aching body and all, and my head hurts like crazy, more so than it did. A banging drum of ache going off like a pulse in the back of my skull.

'Don't be. You have had a rough few hours. How's the head?' He nods at my head and I automatically lift my hand to touch the one spot that hurts worse, right at the centre back where I am shocked to find I have a lump the size of an egg.