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~Akara

Whatever headspace I was in before I lost consciousness cannot have been a good one.

But I've never been more grateful for my own self preservation.

Pacing back and forth through my room, the warning I wrote for myself is scrunched up in my hand. My instincts have failed me. I thought I could trust Grey, that he was nothing more than a victim to my incessant need to get back to find Marek.

Marek and I spent the rest of yesterday afternoon checking every inch of that motel room, only to find nothing. The girl at the desk wasn't very helpful either, claiming she had only just started working there, and couldn't confirm whether I was alone that day with Grey, or whether I indulged where I was going.

"Akara..."

I turn, having already felt the cool breeze coming through my opening window, heard the soft footsteps fall onto my bedroom floor. I knew he was coming tonight.

Advancing on Grey, I slam my hands against his shoulders, sending him hurtling back a few strides. His eyes widen,