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held.
    No, I didn’t miss any more because there were no more to miss. She didn’t know, none of us did, that just a few short hours later I would lose them both.
    They said he wouldn’t have survived outside the womb , even if he’d survived the crash and they’d gotten to him in time.
    I saw the evidence photos; he didn’t survive the crash.
    I pulled the shirt back up to my face and inhaled, breathing in Lila’s lingering scent. It was amazing how even that tiny bit that remained could calm me. What was I going to do when there was no more scent?
    Her soft, warm body haunted me. I wante d to feel her in my arms. Just…feel her. Lila, my Lila.
    My hand unconsciously rubbed at my chest to try and soothe the ache that lay beneath.
    You can still fix this. Get her back! The beast spoke. Lay claim to her, make her ours! Marry her!
    “ No.”
    Why?
    “And give Vincent Marconi someone else he can take from me?”
    We can protect her!
    I couldn’t protect them ; how was I supposed to protect Lila?
     

     
    I looked up at the clock; fifteen minutes past eight. She was running late, past her normal seven-thirty. I tried to ignore the thought that sprung forth about the last time she was late, but it caught me nonetheless.
    The phone on my desk rang and, in my daze, I answered it without looking at the caller ID.
    “Nathan Thorne,” I said in greeting. There was a whimpering on the line before Lila’s voice broke through.
    “ N-Nathan, i-it’s Lila.”
    There was something wrong, off in her vo ice, and I found myself on edge—my body leaned forward, bracing for the impact of her words.
    “I- I’m n-not going to-to make it… Oh, God!” she cried out, and I heard the pain and fear. Mine was rising to meet hers. Her speech faltered, and I was unable to make out what she was saying. “Won’t…be in…”
    “Lila? Lila , are you okay?” My anxiety was skyrocketing faster than my heart rate. Her pain coming out in whimpers and gasps. She was having a difficult time breathing.
    “So… ung…so much b-blood,” she whispered more to herself than to me. “I d-don’t know where…w-where it’s com-coming from.”
    Her voice grew in pitch near the end. My stomach dropped a nd the blood fled from my face.
    “Lila, what happened? Where are you?”
    “C-crash. N-not far… St-t-star-b-bucks,” she struggled to say.
    I jumped up f rom my chair. Voices of the rescue crew were in the background, asking her questions, gaining vitals. What sounded like a chainsaw started, and I feared they had to cut her out of the wreckage.
    Crumpled metal and mangled flesh flashed before my eyes and a vice formed around my chest then began to tighten.
    “Lila! I’ll be right there. D o you hear me? Lila!”
    There was no response before the line went dead. I slammed the phone down on the receiver and ran out of our office. I rushed to the elevator bay and pushed the down button at a frantic pace in a fruitless effort for it to arrive faster. The doors sprung open, and I barely registered anyone was coming out as I pushed through and entered into the cab.
    “Nathan!” Jack’s voice rang out, drawing my attention. “Nathan, what’s wrong?”
    My eyes met his, and I knew he could see the fear and desperation. “Accident. Lila’s been in an accident.”
    His eyes widened, but he remained silent as the doors slid close d. I didn’t know how much I had just given away, but at that moment I didn’t care; nothing else mattered. I needed to get to Lila, she was all I cared about.
    I paced as the elevator descended to the plaza level and dashed out as soon as my body could fit through the gap in the doors.
    Panick ed, I ran. She was about half a mile away, and I could get there faster on foot.
    I had to get to her, I had to tell her. I couldn’t lose her.
    Please… don’t go!
    The rain had let up to a sprinkle, but it didn’t matter if it was down-pouring; I was too focused on reaching her.
    I turned the corner , and it all came