Page 310 of The Blairville Legacies

“Ems, we have to get there, now!”

But instead of following me, Emely looked at me with hesitation.

The pain that we were both trying to suppress was now not only shooting through my throat, but flooding my entire body. But instead of paralyzing me, it cried out to help Bayla, to go to her and reassure me that she was okay.

“We don't have time to think!”

The increasing pain made my heart beat rapidly, and my grip on the car keys became slippery because my hands were sweaty and shaking.

“Julian...”

“What?” I looked into her dark brown eyes. “What, Emely?!”

“I'm not going to interfere there and endanger the pack's existence.”

My breath hitched.

How could she say that? Hadn't she seen the pictures?

“Damn it, Emely! Justfuckthat damn pack for once and do what's right!”

Her loyalty to that stupid pack made me so angry! Bayla was in danger and the Ruisangors had just broken the treaty, butallshe could think about right now was her stupid pack?!

Instead of trying anymore, I let it go and ran to the car, where Mia was already waiting for me.

But Emely suddenly appeared at the passenger door.

“Let's go.”

And even though I didn't know why she did it, I didn't question her sudden change of mind, but started the engine to drive off.

Five minutes later, we were downtown, where it was remarkably empty. Probably because everyone was at the club or at home at this time of night. I just wondered because two hours ago, countless children had been running around in Halloween costumes.

I was breaking all possible driving rules, so I couldn’t care less.

“Julian?! That was red!” Mia sounded startled. “What's wrong with you guys?”

Neither Emely nor I said a word.

I was trying to get to our house as fast as possible, if I could without crashing, which was hard when Mia was asking questions all the time and the pain wasincreasing, notdecreasing.

“Julian, she's in so much pain...” Emely whimpered from the passenger seat, unable to take her hand off her neck.

I felt the need to simply take her pain away, but I wasn't able to. There was only one person who could possibly do that, and she was in mortal danger right now.

I felt my hands shaking and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles stood out.

“Fine. Ignore me then,” Mia grumbled from the back seat. Her impatience didn't make it any better.

With trembling hands, I finally steered my car into the street where not only ours, but also the Adams' house was.

When I saw the flickering lantern, my heart stopped beating for a moment.

I braked hard, causing the tires to squeal loudly.

I had hoped that I was imagining it all. A bad dream. But of course, I wasn't dreaming.

How could you, Julian? How could you still think you were dreaming, in Blairville?