Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 155


Chapter 23

Kas's POV

I peek in through the little window of the hospital room. I can see James hooked up to machines, sleeping peacefully. A strong pang of guilt courses through me when I see there are bandages around his neck. Delilah is curled up in the chair that's pulled up to the side of the bed. She is holding his hand through the railing of the bed.

"You can't talk to her from the hallway, Kas,” Bronx whispers in my ear from behind me, "I'll wait here until you're ready. Just mind link me.”

I nod, then take a deep breath. I quietly open the door and step inside the room. I close it behind me and take a step into the room. Delilah's breath hitches in her sleep, but she doesn't wake up.

I take slow deliberate steps until I am next to the chair. I squat down and put my hand on her forearm.

“Delilah?" I whisper, “Wake up, please.”

Her brow furrows as her eyes flutter open. Her deep sapphire blue eyes take a moment for her to recognize my face, but when she does, they immediately turn royal blue. She gasps and throws her arms tightly around me.

“Kas,” she sobs in a loud whisper, “I was so worried about you! Are you okay?"

“Oh, Delilah, I'm fine now. I-I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. You know I would never do this on purpose, right?” I finally stop trying to hold back my tears. This is my best friend. I can be myself with her, “I thought you would hate me. I didn't think you would want to see me.”

She pulls me back from her embrace and holds me by the shoulders with her long, spindly fingers. Her eyes and nose are red and puffy from crying, but she looks relieved that I am there, "Kas, I could never hate you. Never. I know whatever happened must have been an accident. This is not you. Whatever happened yesterday, that was not you. I'm sure of it."

I breathe the enormous sigh as I feel the vice around my heart loosen just a little. I will never understand the mind of a pacifist, but I am grateful at this moment that my best friend is one. 1

“Delilah, when James wakes up, we can talk more about what happened, but I have a couple of questions. Bronx needs information that could be related to my kidnapping or maybe one of my past lives.”

"I will help in any way I can. What do you need to know?” She looks at me attentively.

manipulate a person's mind. Bronx thinks she is part of a group called the Feral. Have you ever heard of a coven or a group that goes by that

anything about either of the names. She

I can ask my mother when she gets

is coming here?” I feel my eyebrows rise

be for the best for her to be here

maybe I was influenced by magic and that is what could have caused me to...” my voice trails off as

fingertips to pull my chin so I am looking back at her, "We're going to figure out what is going on here, Kas. We

and I would like to speak to James. D-Do you think

be able to listen, but yesterday, he was having a little trouble with his voice. The doctor said something about his vocal chords. We are hoping his wolf helped heal it overnight. I used some of my healing magic, but we both know it isn't the same as when you do it. We will

rouse him? I can step out and get Bronx to give you

minutes,” she smiles, "Kas, I'm so glad to see you. I have missed you so much. I have

give Delilah a little peck on the cheek and step

tears from my eyes, “Well,

is waking James up now to make sure he is okay speaking with us. The doctor said there is a problem with his vocal chords, so we don't know

you think he will let me finish

have to ask him and find out,” he rubs my

door open. Delilah peeks her head out, “You

room. James is sitting up in the bed, his short sable hair is ruffed up and his eyes are looking much more alert than I remember from yesterday. He tries to mess with the bandages on his neck, but Delilah steps up and stops him, whispering about, waiting for the doctor. When she convinces him to stop, she sits in the

regards him. He tips his head in return, then holds

look at Bronx, then back

Luna,” Bronx says quietly as he lets go of

take James's hand. He pulls me, urging me onto the bed

mouth with his hand until he is sure I will not finish whatever it was I was going to say, then he takes both my hands in his and places my palms

time to get to work.” “You got it, Kas. Let's

from around James's neck. There are still some gashes that are not fully healed and bright red marks in the areas that were healed. You can see clearly defined scars developing

James," I say, trying to bolster

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