Her gaze leveled on his. “Tar?” she squeaked out.
“Yes, baby. I’m right here. Grab my hand.”
She angled her head awkwardly. “You don’t love me.”
“What? No. No. No. That’s not true. I do love you. With all I am, I love you.”
She shook her head with an attempt to erase what she saw in that house, Lisa and Tar fucking. But other things were becoming clearer, like the odd look on his face. She’d seen that before. Where?
The demon was losing her and grabbed her shoulders. “You belong to me,” he growled just as her foot slipped.
Everything from what Keeley saw through that window played out in slow motion, and what stood out in stark contrast was Tar’s expressions. She was familiar with them. They were the same ones he had the night she drugged him in Italy and tied him to a bed. Oh my God! Lisa set him up! “TAR!” she screamed and reached for him.
E and Nik were racing toward the rooftop of the warehouse. Lacey froze when she recognized her sister’s voice. A trembled, “that’s Keeley,” was pushed out as Alex held onto her hand.
“Lacey, grab hold,” Mitch commanded.
She clutched the edge of something plastic feeling and realized it was covered in spiders. Lacey dropped it quickly. Alex paid no attention to her freak out and once more put the old tarp, Shelby yanked from a dumpster, back in her hand. “Get over it, Lacey. Keeley needs you. Now!” he growled.
Shelby looked up and then back at Alex. “It won’t work. There’s no use. Looooook!” she cried out, pointing upwards.
Alex and Mitch both followed her gaze. What Alex saw made his blood run thick and cold. “My God!”
Tar had a hold of Keeley’s broken arm as she dangled from the ledge. She was wriggling and screaming, “Please don’t let me fall,” over and over.
“Look at me, Keeley. I’ve. Got. You.” Or so he thought, until her bone gave way and he slid further over the edge trying to grasp another part of her. He was losing her, fighting to pull her up with his strength alone. But he was weak from infection and his wound was ripped open over the jagged concrete of the edge. “Reach up with your other hand, baby.”
Keeley tried to do what Tar asked but it was as if someone held her good hand back and away, which was why she was squirming so much. She had to break Caleb’s hold on her. “Let go!” she yelled.
“Never! I love you! I want to grow old with you!” Tar growled out wondering how she could possibly give up now.
She felt her broken arm give way and knew this was it. Her end had finally come when her beginning was waiting for her. A calm passed over her as she locked her gaze on the only man she’d ever truly loved. “I love you more.”
“KEE-LE-Y-Y!” Tar roared as he lost his grip. In the back of his mind he realized he was about to go over, too ,and he didn’t fight it. If he couldn’t have her in this world, then they’d be together in eternity.
E reached forward and caught Tar’s leg. “I’ve got you!” he announced, grunting and pulling with all his strength.
But Tar could only see Keeley as she fell closer and closer to the hard unforgiving pavement below. He made a mental note, she’s not screaming, as if she’d made peace with leaving him. Forever.
To be continued……….