My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I blink and the figure is gone, but the people on the ground remain surrounded by the velvety dark blue ink swirling just off the ground unchanging, motionless. "I got you Smalls."

"Take a deep breath Bitty."

"Come on Tiny, some back to us."

I hear the words, but I can't believe them. I'm still staring at their unmoving forms. It's their voices in my head because I want to hear them so badly. I can feel pressure on my arms, but I can't look down. Why can't I move? This isn't right. Something is off. I focus back on my three guys lying on the ground, but their voices are all around me.

"That's it, blink, look at us, focus, Tiny."

"We're right here." I feel hands on my cheeks, but no one is there. What is happening? Is the Rogue King using magic to disorient me? Magic. Wait, what was I doing before this? Magic, Gentry and Elena were doing magic. I'm part of the spell. It's not real. But, if it isn't real why can't I look away? I can't turn off the vision. I try to pull away. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"No, Bitty. Stay here. Don't move. Breathe. Listen."

"Tiny, let me have some of the fear. Let us help you." Dakota is talking to me, but he can't be. He's in front of me shredded and not moving. "I'm here, let me help." I feel arms tighten around my waist and my back is flush with a broad taught chest. I take a breath in. Cinnamon. I smell Dakota right behind me. "That's it, Smalls. Let us help."

hope my instincts are right. This whole thing is so strange I have two realities going on. The one I can

still here Bitty. Think and look, control it. See

all I can

you can, Tiny. We're here, feel it." I can feel large fingers lacing with mine and then squeezing tight, almost

taking so long?" Someone

layers, multi purpose. This is one being used to control you boys as well as whatever illusions have been keeping everyone under control. There is a lot to unpack. Skylar, I need you to fight this with us.

is behind me, his arms around me. So he can't be the bloody mess in front of me. I focus on that. I tilt my head back. He's still there, his chest is supporting my head. His heartbeat is fast though. Does he see what I see? Or maybe his version of his loved ones dying? I breathe deep, warm, spicy

bubble and siphon the navy mist inside where it can't harm anyone else. My breathing is labored and I am sweating now, but it is working. The visualization is helping me clear my vision. The whole clearing is in my view now. One more surge of ice shoots down my spine, through my heels and

up, but for the first time since we started

and I am sure the Hemlock will be much of the same. Do you still want to try?" Gentry is

one." Cam sounds appalled.

dispelled this one herself. This is her decision to make, not yours

"We have to."

you sure? That