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.

heard of a woman named Cora? Probably a witch or at least someone who can perform gray or dark magic that can 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

like she is racking her brain, trying to remember anything about

either of those. I can ask my mother

Camille is coming here?” I feel my

would be for the best for her to be here

would love to see her. In fact, Bronx thinks maybe I was influenced by magic and that is what could have caused me to...” my voice trails off as I

uses her fingertips to pull my chin so I am looking back at her, "We're

and I would like to speak to

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 know more when he

can rouse him? I

so glad to see you. I have missed you so much. I have so much to tell you once we

and step out of the

up to me. He brushes some tears from my eyes, “Well, how did it go? You're crying and smiling. I don't know what

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 if he will be able to speak right now," It is sinking in that no matter how many people try to reassure me, this is

do you think he will let me finish healing

You'll just have to ask him and find out,” he rubs my

hear the door open. Delilah peeks her head

into the 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 chair next

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

then back

paged, Luna,” Bronx says quietly as he

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

was I was going to say, then he takes both my hands in his and places my palms on his

get to work.” “You

neck. There are still some gashes that are not fully healed and bright red marks in the areas that were healed. You can see

James," I say, trying to bolster his

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