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Chapter no 67

Crave by Tracy Wolff

โ€ŒShe Persistedโ€Œ

โ€”Jaxonโ€”

โ€œWhen the fuck is she going to turn back, Foster?โ€ โ€œI donโ€™t knโ€”โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t tell me that again. Donโ€™t fucking tell me you donโ€™t know.โ€ I turn on the librarian and the Biology of Ancient Creatures teacher who are sitting in front of the headmasterโ€™s desk and demand, โ€œArenโ€™t you supposed to be able to figure out what the hell is going on around here? What the fuck is the point of putting you people in charge of this school if none of you can answer a simple fucking question?โ€

โ€œItโ€™sย notย a simple question, Jaxon.โ€ The headmaster

pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

โ€œSure, it is. One minute, Grace was in my arms, blocking Hudsonโ€™s attack.โ€ My throat closes up at the thought of those frantic, frenzied moments. Of the way she tried to drag me away, and when that didnโ€™t work, how she threw herself betweenโ€”

I cut off the thought before it can derail me and this entire conversation with it. Because if I think about it now, if I think about what she didโ€ฆ The ground beneath my feet starts to tremble and damn it, just damn it. The only thing keeping

me from leveling the whole fucking school is the knowledge that I might hurt Grace in the process.

I take a deep breath before continuing. โ€œOne minute, she was there. And now Graceโ€ฆ Grace isโ€ฆโ€ I canโ€™t say it. I canโ€™t fucking say that sheโ€™s gone, because if I say it out loud I canโ€™t take it back.

If I say it out loud, then itโ€™s true.

โ€œShe was there, Foster,โ€ I repeat. โ€œWarm, alive,ย Grace. She was right there. And then she wasโ€”โ€ The ground rumbles yet again, and this time I donโ€™t even try to control it.

Instead, I walk over to the corner, where whatโ€™s left of Graceโ€”my Graceโ€”is standing. โ€œWhy canโ€™t she just turn back?โ€ I demand for what feels like the millionth time. โ€œWhy canโ€™t you make her turn back?โ€

โ€œI know itโ€™s hard for you, Jaxon.โ€ Dr. Veracruz speaks for the first time. โ€œItโ€™s hard for us, too. But we havenโ€™t seen one for a thousand years. Itโ€™s going to take time to figure out what went wrong.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve had four days! Four days. And you canโ€™t tell me anything more than that! How am I supposed to get to her if you canโ€™t even tell me whatโ€™s wrong?โ€

โ€œI think youโ€™re going to have to accept that you canโ€™t get to her,โ€ Foster says, and for the first time I realize that he looks and sounds nearly as bad as I do. โ€œI think weโ€™re going to have to accept that sheโ€™s not going to come back until she wants to.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t believe that,โ€ I tell him, voice hoarse and hands clenched into fists in an effort not to lose it completely. โ€œGrace wouldnโ€™t leave me like this voluntarily. She wouldnโ€™t leave me.โ€

โ€œEverything Iโ€™ve read in the last four days says she should be able to turn back on her own,โ€ Amka tells me. โ€œWhich means only two things are possible.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t say it,โ€ I warn her. โ€œJaxonโ€”โ€

โ€œI mean it, Foster. Donโ€™t fucking say it. Grace isnโ€™t dead.

She canโ€™t be dead.โ€

Because thereโ€™s no way I can keep myself from breaking wide open if she is.

No way I can stop myself from razing this school to the fucking ground. And if Hudson somehow has herโ€ฆ If heโ€™s hurting herโ€ฆjust the thought of what heโ€™s capable ofโ€”and what she might be going through because of itโ€”sends a bolt of terror skittering down my spine and twisting in my stomach. If heโ€™s harmed her in any way, Iโ€™ll find him. And then Iโ€™ll set him on fire just to watch him burn.

โ€œSheโ€™s not dead,โ€ I tell them again as I stare into her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed just like they were in that last second in the hallway, but that doesnโ€™t matter. I donโ€™t need to see her eyes to know how she feels about meโ€”itโ€™s written all over her face. She loves me, almost as much as I love her.

โ€œIf sheโ€™s not deadโ€”and I agree with you that sheโ€™s not,โ€ Dr. Veracruz says, โ€œthen the only other option is sheโ€™sย choosingย not to come back.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t know that. She could be trappedโ€”โ€

โ€œWe do know that,โ€ Amka reminds me firmly. โ€œGargoyles canโ€™t get trapped in their stone forms. If they donโ€™t change back to human, itโ€™s because they donโ€™t want to.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s not true. Hudsonโ€™s doing something to her. Heโ€™sโ€”โ€

โ€œJaxon.โ€ Fosterโ€™s voice slices through my denials. โ€œDo you really think Grace would change back if she thought she was bringing a threat to Katmere?โ€ The headmaster holds my gaze, eyes somehow both solemn and fierce at the same time as I will him not to say what heโ€™s thinkingโ€”what weโ€™re both thinking. โ€œOr to you?โ€

Pain slices through me, destroying me. Eviscerating me where I stand. I can barely think, barely breathe, through the agony of knowing that heโ€™s right. Of knowing that Grace might very well be suffering at this very momentโ€”to save me.

I told her about Hudson, told her about my mother. She knows how much killing him nearly destroyed me. If coming back means bringing Hudson back with her, if it means making me kill my brother again, then thereโ€™s no way Grace would do it. No way she would let me face that.

โ€œSheโ€™s saving me, isnโ€™t she?โ€ I whisper, barely loud enough for myself to hear it.

But Foster hears it, and he braces a hand on my shoulder. โ€œI think she might be.โ€

Thereโ€™s no might about it. Because Grace loves me. Sheโ€™s already saved me once. I have no doubt that sheโ€™ll stay locked in stone for as long as she has to. Sheโ€™ll stay locked in stone for as long as it takes to keep everyone she cares about here at Katmere safe.

And sheโ€™ll stay locked in stone forever if it means saving me again.

My heart starts racing at the realization. My hands shake, my breath turns choppy and it takes every ounce of strength I have to stay on my feet.

I canโ€™t let her do it. Iโ€™ve barely made it through four days without Grace. No way can I make it through eternity without her.

For a moment, just a moment, I let myself remember all the little things I love about her. And ignore the fact that every memory breaks me a little more.

The way her eyes go all soft whenever sheโ€™s touching me.

The way those same eyes narrow when sheโ€™s about to call me out on my crap.

The way she laughs when she tells those awful jokes. How do you cut the Roman Empire?

With a pair of Caesars.

That was a bad one. Hell, they were all bad ones, but that didnโ€™t matter when she giggled up at me, so proud of herself.

Fuck, I miss her.

I miss her sugar-cookie-and-strawberry scent.

I miss her softness, the way her ridiculously hot body always curves so perfectly into mine.

I miss her curls.

This time when I reach out, itโ€™s not to stroke her hair. Itโ€™s to cup her stone-cold cheek the way she always cupped mine.

And tell Foster something that I desperately hope Grace can hear, too. โ€œIโ€™m going to find a way to separate her from Hudson. And Iโ€™m going to contain or kill him or do whatever I have to, to make sure heโ€™s never a threat to anybody ever again.โ€

โ€œThat might not be enough, Jaxon,โ€ Amka says. โ€œShe might chooseโ€”โ€

โ€œItโ€™ll be enough,โ€ I tell them. Because she loves me. Because she knows that I canโ€™t last much longer without her.

I lean forward, press my forehead to hers for one second, two. And whisper, โ€œIโ€™m going to find a way to stop him, Grace. I swear. And then youโ€™re going to come back to me. Because I need you. I need you to come home to me.โ€

I close my eyes and swallow down everything else I want to say. Because it doesnโ€™t matter. Nothing does without Grace.

She has to make it back. Because if she doesnโ€™t, Iโ€™m going to shatter. And this time, Iโ€™m not sure Iโ€™ll be strong enough not to take the whole world with me when I do.

END OF BOOK ONE

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