Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 16

Kas's POV

According to the clock, it's one in the afternoon. My stomach growling rouses me out of bed. Before he left, Bronx said Mrs. Miller was going to bring food up to the apartment. Seems as good a time as any to go see what goodies she brought up.

I go into the walk-in closet and find a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. As I'm getting dressed, my mind churns with the events from yesterday, trying to put some sense to all of it. How did I end up in the pool in the first place? Where have I been for the last four days? I think they are questions best thought about over a turkey sandwich and hopefully a banana. I put my hair up in a floppy bun before I head out to the kitchen.

As I get to the bedroom door, I smell someone's scent. It definitely isn't Bronx's dark chocolate and coffee scent that I love so much, besides, he told me he was going to the office. This scent is out of place in my home and I'll be damned if I'm disappearing for another four days. My brain immediately switches from questions of my disappearance to defense mode. I let my fangs and claws extend, ready to attack as I slowly, quietly crack the door open.

A large man is standing half-way between the bedroom door and the sofa with his back facing me. He is in jeans and a white t-shirt with his arms crossed in front of him as if he's waiting for something. All the training James and Marco have given me over the past year floods into my brain. If I can get a foot planted on the small of his back, I can get leverage over him and try to bring him down.

“Kas, what are you doing?” Lex hisses at me.

“Attacking a man who broke into my apartment. I'm not getting kidnapped again, Lex. What do you think I'm doing?” I snap.

“Kas, that's just-"

“Not now, Lex," I interrupt.

Before she can respond again, I let a purple aura build around me. I suppress a growl as I launch myself at the man from behind. One foot securely lands on the small of his back while my knee is between his shoulder blades, giving me leverage to lean back without falling off of him. My hands wrap tightly around his thick neck at the same time. He lets out a strangled cry as my claws bury deep into his windpipe.

He grabs my wrists and starts to pull, but not enough to throw me off of his back. The growl I was suppressing lets loose from my chest, making the room rumble as he grabs me. I start to push my claws deeper into his neck, pulling them back toward my body at the same time. I can feel his pulse quicken against my fingertips as I get closer to his jugular. The metallic scent of blood is thick in the air as he drops to his knees.

Something's wrong. Why isn't he defending himself? Why isn't he fighting against me?

his knees hit the ground, Marco throws the apartment

just James! You're gonna to kill him!” he begs. Marco is holding his pistol, but he has both hands in the air in front of him, showing he doesn't intend to shoot. His eyes are wide, darting from James to me as he takes slow, deliberate steps towards

knocked out of me as I hit the ground, forcing me to dislodge my claws from his throat. I look up to see James grabbing his neck. Blood is gushing out between his fingers as he falls to the ground. My fangs and claws retract at the shock of

me, man.” His voice isn't nearly as panicked as it should

Goddess! What have I

Heal him before it's too late!” Lex yells

catch my breath as I crawl next to James.

so sorry. I'm so sorry. Can I heal you, please, James? Please! Just blink if it's okay for me to heal you!" I cry, not able to stop the tears now.

soaking into the carpet. Marco looks at James with disbelief

can, which isn't very calm at all. I wipe my tears away with my sleeve and

you all my energy, Kas. Let's go,"

gently pull James's hands away from his throat. Blood continues to pour out in spurts from the gaping wound. I feel like someone is squeezing my heart as I see the extent of

fade away as I focus on saving James's life. I send my energy out into his body, pulling muscle and tendons back together. Fusing flesh, repairing tissue that I tore in

of sleep, I can hear a

for Delilah's mom, Lady Camille. It definitely isn't her voice. Why does this woman sound so familiar? I slowly open my

where are we?” I ask

You have important visitors,” her tone is full

push myself as

but nothing happens. Okay, weird. I try to focus to slow time down a little. If I can freeze these

I'm trapped. I look around to see if there is a way to escape around them, but the only exit is the door

that who I

outline becomes more clear with Lenora's strong

"No, I'm not