Waiting for Mercy (Cambions) (51 page)

He seemed to be saying something.  Tears were pouring down my face.  I heard a body hitting the floor and I didn’t bother turning to see what was sure to be that Kristen was no more.  I couldn’t’ be bothered to care even though maybe I should. 

“Call 911… Luke,” I shouted.  But the thought of Luke’s possible diminished power and abilities had me thinking he may not have enough power to save him. “Nina,” I added in choking sob.  This wasn’t happening.  Flynn’s breathing was labored at best and was slowing.  He’d been leaning on his elbows.  All strength leaving him, he crashed to the floor before I had time to reposition myself to cradle his head in my lap.

The spring day with us tussling over the water hose crossed my vision for a second before my blurred vision clear enough to see.  He was still trying to say something.  Not sure if he had something to add that may help save his life, I moved closer.  But his words were jumbled and incoherent.

Leaning over him, I said, “Don’t speak,” I said.  I looked at the deadly weapon that could end his precious life protruding perilously close to where his heart should be and knew better than to remove it.  The blood that leaked through was coming but fast but not pouring out of him at this point.  I knew that would all change if the hatchet was removed.

He continued to try to say something.  I leaned closer dragging my hair to the side so it wouldn’t spill in his face. Each beat of my heart was slow in coming as I processed every detail.  Was I trying to remember everything that we’d said to each other?  Was I wishing things were different?  So many emotions were swirling in the oppressive moments, they clouded the room.  I knew one thing. I didn’t know how I could live without him.

I moved ever closer to him relying on Sebastian to get help.  Flynn’s whispered words didn’t match the panic in his eyes. “I love you,” he managed to say.

My tears, racing down my face, dripped onto his.  I placed my hands on his cheeks and used my thumbs to wipe away the mess.  I didn’t take any more time.  Cupping his face in my hands, I pressed my lips to his.  Startled, they weren’t as warm as I remembered.  Although, it may have looked like a kiss for those who might have seen it, my reasons were far greater. Willing my succubus to the forefront, I tried to do something I hadn’t done before.  I tried to pour power and my human life force into him. He just couldn’t die. Falling apart on the inside, murmuring in my head I said, ‘
I will try to fix you
.’