Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 17

Bronx's POV

As I rush out of the office, I get a text. I look down to see who could possibly interrupt me right now.

Lenora: Code Violet

Shit.

Code Violet means Kas is in a catatonic state. She's having a vision about some sort of traumatic event in her life. I have given orders that no one is to touch her when she has a vision because she could accidentally use her powers on them.

Carly informs the driver that I am headed to the garage and in a hurry. He is ready and waiting for me by the time the elevator opens. I jump in the back of the SUV and call Lenora as he drives.

"Lenora, what's happening?”

“From what we can tell, Kas attacked James on purpose, but she didn't know who she was attacking. Marco says as soon as he entered the apartment and saw Kas with her claws in him, he told her it was James and not an intruder. She stopped immediately and tried to heal him," she explains.

“What do you mean ‘tried to heal him? Don't tell me he died," I feel a pit in my stomach at the thought.

"Well, she started to, and at some point, she fell into a vision. We aren't exactly sure when."

“She started having a vision while she was healing James?"

“Yeah. She was able to heal all of James's physical injuries, but he lost a lot of blood. She went all mannequin before she could finish that part," she pauses before she continues, "His wolf is trying to heal him, but James lost a lot of blood. He is pretty weak. He's in the hospital wing now getting a transfusion. Delilah is down there with him.” 1

"How did you separate James from Kas without touching her?” I wonder out loud.

"We pulled James by his feet until he was out from under Kas. She's still on the floor of your apartment."

"Oh my Goddess. Where are you?”

your breakfast bar watching her."

door. Marco was completely freaked out, Bronx. I sent him and Musu home. You're going to need to speak with him.

okay?"

a lot. I don't know how he didn't

there, Leni. I'm on my way. Thank you for being there for

like little sister. I will see you when you get here." There is a touch of sadness in her voice. She doesn't

faster," I order the

of paparazzi tailing us. Going too fast will attract attention or get us pulled over. The gatehouse guards will be able to stop the paps from following us. Then I can race up to the packhouse,” the driver apologizes without looking away from the road. I look at my watch. We should be

like an eternity, we finally pull up to the packhouse. I jump out before we even come to a full stop and sprint upstairs to

moves out of the way when he sees me racing down the hallway. I throw open the door and get

like she might have been crying, but Lenora never

as I absorb what I'm seeing. My heart suddenly

it's my shirt. Not just my shirt, my favorite shirt. It's the one she wore when she first came here because we didn't have any clothes small enough for her. The one she puts on when she is tired

the hair on the back of her head and all the way down her back. Lenora didn't mention Kas being injured. It must be James's. She's staring blankly at the

you doing, dummy? Our mate needs us!” Saint growls

and socks before I drop to my hands and knees so I can crawl through the puddle to my mate. I feel the partially congealed blood stick to me like

"Kas?" I whisper.

like this, I mean. I know when I touch her she is going to be cold. I won't feel our sparks. Her scent isn't even distinguishable. The only part

don't know if she realizes she's

hair out of her face, but it's covered in partially congealed blood so I pull it back. I scoot myself to the

I say quietly, “Let's get washed up before we try to snap her out of it. I don't want her to see all

When I see the steam, I

She helps pull Kas's shirt and pants off, leaving her in her underwear. I hold Kas while Lenora grabs a washcloth and starts cleaning her. She

Leni. We have to have faith in the Moon Goddess. All of this is happening for a reason," I try to comfort her, knowing no words could be enough

nods as the water cascades down her hair and face, hiding the extent of her tears. She continues scrubbing the blood off silently, as if her voice will trigger an avalanche of emotions. My sister prefers her emotions to be shoved deep down inside, where no one can see them. Seeing this side of her is a testament to how much Kas means to her. When she feels like she has sufficiently gotten all the blood off of Kas, she

"You good, Leni?"

as you tell me Kas is good, then I'll be