Page 91 of Cyber Revenge

I shake my head, my throat too tight to speak.

“All right.” She pats my arm gently, her smile warm. “Press the button if you need me.”

I barely register her leaving, my focus entirely on Trip as he shifts beside me, his body pressing closer like he can feel me waking up.

I lift my hand, brushing my fingers gently through his hair, and his eyes flutter open instantly.

Dark.

Sleepy.

But alert.

“Lydia…” His voice is rough, a broken whisper as his eyes lock onto mine.

“I’m okay,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper as I cup his face, my thumb brushing over the rough stubble on his jaw.

He exhales a shaky breath, his eyes closing for a moment before he leans into my touch.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” His voice is low, raw with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my heart twisting painfully.

His hand cups my chin. “Don’t you dare apologize for something a deranged fucking man did to you.”

The weight of his gaze pins me in place. “I thought I lost you, killstreak.”

My throat tightens, and I pull him closer, pressing my lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. “I’m here,” I murmur against his lips.

But as his warmth surrounds me, as his scent fills my senses, Patrick’s words echo in my mind.

“The others.”

“The ones before you.”

My stomach twists.

I have to ask.

“Trip…” My voice is hesitant, barely above a whisper, but he feels the shift immediately.

His body stiffens, and his eyes meet mine, dark and unreadable.

“Killstreak, what’s wrong?”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding.

“Patrick…” I can’t say it. My throat closes around the words, but Trip’s jaw clenches, and I know he already knows.

Of course, he knows.

I force myself to breathe, my fingers trembling as I trace the lines of his jaw.

“He said… he said there were others.” My voice cracks, the words barely above a whisper. “Before me.”

The silence is suffocating. Trip’s eyes darken, his body going impossibly still.

“Lydia…” His voice is strained, like he’s fighting something.