Fallen Royal by Dyken Rachel van

Author:Dyken, Rachel van [Dyken, Rachel van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Crime, Suspense
Goodreads: 53473371
Publisher: Van Dyken Enterprises INC
Published: 2021-10-05T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove.” —Robert Louis Stevenson.

Maksim

I fuck up.

Again.

I need my medicine. I can barely see straight as I stumble out of the bathroom and down the hall. I hear voices around me and ignore them.

I see Jenna. She’s already here?

More voices shout.

Was that Izzy?

Girls scream, and then a soft body is pressing against me and shoving me into my room.

I smile. She smells good. Izzy came back, right?

“Shit, shit, shit!” Jenna’s hands are cold as she pushes me onto the bed. I fall back as darkness starts to seep into my line of vision. Maybe it would be better. Better to just let it take over.

To take full control.

I smile.

And then I see Izzy’s face and am able to get out. “Medicine.”

“Where?” Jenna asks.

“Desk.” I think? I can’t remember where I put it last. “Syringe.”

Footsteps sound, and then I hear a gasp and a door opening, more yelling. Shit, why is everyone yelling all the time?

“How much?” A deep voice says.

“He didn’t tell me!” Man, Jenna is losing her shit.

My body is burning up, but soon I’ll be cold. Soon I’ll be gone. Better for everyone, better for Izzy.

At least I left her nothing but hate.

At least I kept her love.

How fucking selfish.

How necessary.

I start to think about all the things I will tell her when I see her again when my heart starts beating for her one more time.

“I love you. I need you. I miss you. I lived for you. I died for you. Worth it, so fucking worth it.”

“Yeah-yeah.” I hear King. “I love you too.”

“Don’t kill him!” Jenna says.

I laugh. “Already dead.”

“Fuck!” King yells; the familiar stinging sensation hits my arm. The darkness soon evaporates so I can see clearly. I blink and rub my eyes; my body shudders as it tries to come down from the sickness.

When I can finally control my breathing, I look up. Jenna’s crying, and King is holding the needle, a tear running down his cheek, his jaw clenched.

“Tell me.” He glares. “Everything.”

“Not much to tell.” I look between them, then down at my watch. “I have mere days left.”

“To do drugs?” Jenna asks.

“To live,” I say calmly. “The drugs aren’t working anymore.”

King starts pacing.

I sigh and rise to my feet. My body still feels rigid, angry that it wasn’t able to go into fight mode, that I was pulled back into flight.

Thank. God.

“King.” I reach for him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” he yells, dropping the syringe back onto my desk. “We tell each other everything. What the hell is going on!?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?” he shoves me, not hard but hard enough that I grunt. “Why can’t you tell me?

“Because.” All I have is the truth. “That’s between me, Nik, and eventually, Chase.”

King’s eyes dart back and forth, still staring at me. “What did they do to you?”

“What do you think?” I spread my arms wide.

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