Page 61 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet

I don’t recall moving from the doorway to the floor, but all of a sudden, I’m with Rya, my heart thrumming an unsteady rhythm in my chest. The realization he’s checking her for her pulse takes my breath away. Anguish flows freely, and it takes everything in me to tear my eyes from her as I lift my terrified gaze to Jaxon’s. Somehow, through the unbearable thickness in my throat, I manage to allow my thoughts to tumble from me. “How much did she have to drink? She seemed fine when our names were drawn. We were only in there seven fucking minutes.” And so much had transpired in that time, including this. Guilt slices my heart to ribbons as panic washes over me.

“She was fuckingfine. She only had two shots. I drank the others for her, like Trip said I could.” The unmitigated fear on Jaxon’s face I feel bone-deep, because it’s striking me down as well.

I hesitantly touch her, running the backs of my fingers down her pale cheek before pressing my palm to her scalpwhere blood flows freely. My mind screams in protest. She’s completely unresponsive.

There’s simply no way this is the result of two drinks.

While Jaxon pulls out his phone with shaking hands and uses it to call for help, I throw my head back and let loose a devastated roar of heartbreak and misery.

No way I’m losing her like this.

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