BOOK 2 of the Running With Devils Series
It's been three weeks since Coralynn Bennet was dragged down to Hell and it was nothing like how she imagined it. It was a kingdom of skyscrapers but no sky. Demons ran amok, but limited their bloodthirsty te...
AN: There's nothing I love more than a desperate man. I eat that up all DAY
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The Shadow
I was losing her.
I was fucking losing her!
"Stay with me, Coralynn," I begged, trying to choke down as much air as I could. "Please, don't let go. You have to stay!"
I was so intertwined with her existence, I was sure that if she died here and now, I would go alongside her.
I screamed furiously for anyone to help. I fucking roared. I didn't give a shit if I sounded like a goddamn animal. I was a goddamned animal.
My heart beat was erratic– uneven— expanding and contracting with a speed only a god could survive. It nearly burst through my ribcage with the sheer force of its hateful pounding.
And my lungs could barely hold any air at all. That lack of oxygen caught up with me way too quickly. I swerved from light-headedness. My hand quickly cupped the back of her head as I stumbled towards the wall, my shoulder slamming into it.
"What's wrong— ooooooh shit," Sam burst into the hallway, eyes immediately becoming saucers at the sight of Coralynn's limp body in my arms.
"She's not breathing," I forced out. "Cate— she's... fuck, I don't know how she's doing this but she's killing her!"
"If she's doing it how I think she's doing it, we're going to need Levi," Sam said firmly. "He's the only one that could hijack another paralysis demon's grip."
"Please, find him and tell him she needs him. Tell him she'll die without him," I begged.
Sam nodded fervently and sprinted down the hallway. Des came before me.
"Let me take her," he said carefully.
"She stays with me," I growled.
"Mal, you're barely able to stand. You're going to hurt yourself and her if you keep going," he said firmly. "I'm trying to help. Let me help."
I swallowed roughly. Looking down, I took note of the bluish tint to her lips and I knew she wasn't going to make it if I held on.
And that's what fucking scared me the most.
The one time I should be able to hold onto her, I was completely useless to do so.
"Please," I whispered shakily. It was the only thing I could manage to get past my paralyzed tongue.
Des nodded. "Alright," he said softly, gingerly taking my witch from my trembling hands. He turned around. "She's not dying today."
Then he was gone, sprinting down the halls to find a healer.