THE COLD wind blew. I wrapped my arms around myself while waiting for Trevor’s car outside the building. Anxiety gnawed a hole in my stomach. My chest rose and fell with my heavy breaths. And I know I would keep feeling this way unless I was a hundred percent sure that my aunt was okay, unless I saw for myself that she was safe and sound.
But how?
This was a huge favor. I was well-aware that the Rodrigos don’t shed their blood for just anyone. Will Trevor grant a request from someone he just met tonight?
I fought the strong urge to dial Spencer’s number. I know he wouldn’t want that. He was my only access to the most important person in my life and I can’t piss him off just because I was anxious.
After a while, I saw Trevor’s familiar car approaching the building. Seeing the only man who had the power to save my aunt’s life made tears slip down my cheeks. When the car stopped in front of me, this time, the alpha didn’t wait for his beta to open the door for him.
Here was Trevor, looking so invincible as if nothing could ever faze him while here I was, still so foolishly weak.
He stepped out of the car and swallowed the remaining distance between us with his long and powerful legs. Something I couldn’t fathom flickered in his eyes when he saw my tears.
I bit my lower lip. I swore to myself that I would never be like this again.
In fact, I thought I had strengthened myself enough that the thick scent of blood and the number of wounded bodies I saw in and out of Oblivion didn’t make my stomach squirm anymore.
But it was Addison who was involved here. She was not just anyone. One news from her and it made my defenses crumble in an instant. She was my saving grace. My family. My home. She was the only reason why I was alive.
And the thought of losing her made the tears keep falling. I could feel the fear all the way down to my bones.
Trevor’s expression was unreadable. All I could see was my embarrassing reflection in his eyes. I lowered my head. “I’m sorry, Alpha, I really didn’t want to bother you again.”
I didn’t even want to see him again. But the universe had a twisted sense of humor.
“What’s the matter?” Trevor asked instead. He lifted my chin and our gazes met. “Answer me, Priscilla.”
I didn’t know if it was just me but his voice seemed to be a shade softer now as his knuckles brushed the tears off my cheeks.
The gesture was so unexpected that for a moment, I just stood there and looked at him. His hands dropped down to my waist possessively, holding me steady, as if he was showing me that whatever I was going through, he got my back.
Which of course, was impossible. It was almost like saying that the earth was square.
There was no way anyone from the Rodrigo family could have my back. Ever.
I took a deep breath before explaining my aunt’s situation to him. He kept his gaze on me the whole time. There was a desperate edge in my voice when I added, “My aunt needs your blood, alpha. I promise I will give you anything. Just please… help her live.”
“Which hospital is she at?” he asked after some time.
I told him the name of the hospital. It was a three-hours and thirty minutes’ drive away from here. He released me and glanced at his beta who stood a few steps away from us. They were not talking but I could tell that Trevor linked with him when Dean nodded and typed something on his phone.
And then the alpha shifted and returned his gaze on me. “Let’s go to the rooftop.”
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