Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 158

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I should have known better than to hope I would actually get some rest. I don’t think I even rememberanymore what it’s like to just have a regular dream. Instead I’m stuck in these nightmarish visions ofKiara. The only thing that makes them even remotely bearable is my hope that they will provide somekind of useful information which I can use to replace and rescue her. The moment I see the look of dreadon Kiara’s face, I know that tonight is going to be another bad night. There is nothing I can do to helpher right now other than sit through it with her. Maybe if I focus hard enough she will feel it somehow,the same way I can feel her. I just wish I could tell her that she isn’t alone, that there are people lookingfor her. Tonight is one of the worst nights, because rather than screaming, crying or fighting,

Kiara looks like she is begs. The way she drops to her knees and grabs out, it looks like

she is tugging on someone’s hand or clothes. Even worse is when she falls backwards as if she’s beenpushed out of the way. She looks pale and sickly as she literally crawls. She reaches out like she didthe night of the last murder and I feel as sick as she looks. Once again, she looks away, then drops herhand. Unlike last time, she immediately turns to the side and throws up, although it appears to bemostly bile. She definitely hasn’t been eating. enough. Not that I imagine she wants to eat. Someonejust died. I know it. I need to know what Kiara’s magic is more than ever, because they’re making herdo something before the people die and I need to know what it is. Suddenly without warning, Kiaraslumps to the side and passes out. There must be something different about being unconscious tobeing asleep, because unlike when she’s asleep, my vision comes to an immediate stop.

I wake with a jolt and sit up in bed so fast that I elbow Bellamy in the face.

“Ow, what the hell?” He grumbles, rubbing at his chin where I hit it. I am gasping for air, I feel like mych*st is being crushed in a vice and my heart is beating so fast that I’m afraid it’s going to burst.Bellamy immediately sits up and pulls me into his lap.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay. I need you to breathe for me sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Justtake one deep breath in. Slowly, just breathe in.” Honestly I don’t think it really matters what Bellamy issaying, It’s the soothing tone of his voice that is helping me calm down. Lying against his ch*st like this,I can hear his heartbeat and despite his calm voice, it’s racing nearly as fast as mine. I must be scaringhim. I need to pull myself together. I force myself to listen to his directions and I take a strangled breathin.

“Good girl, now breathe out.” He praises me and if I weren’t feeling so awful I would have to

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roll my eyes. But he’s being sweet so I guess I’ll let him get away with talking to me like at child thisonce. I release my breath and let Bellamy coach me through a few more before I start to breathenormally again, if a little fast. My heart starts to slow and as my heart rate drops to a more normalpattern, so does Bellamy’s. I replace myself sitting in Bellamy’s lap, clutching the front of his shirt so tightthat my knuckles have turned white.

“Sorry I hit you.” I whisper, my voice weak. Bellamy just runs a hand up my back soothingly.

“Never mind that. What happened? Was it another dream?” He asks. Following my lead, his voice isalso barely more than a whisper. I nod and hide my face in his chest, taking what comfort I can.

“Yes. It was bad. I’m pretty sure… I think there was another murder.” I confess. I can feel Bellamy tenseup for a second, then he forces himself to relax as he continues trying to calm

me down.

“Tell me what you saw.” He says it as an order, but I know it isn’t really. Either way I tell him everything.Bellamy stretches and manages to grab his phone from the bedside table. He makes a quick call, I’mnot sure who to, and basically tells them to be on the lookout for

another murder and to put out an alert for everyone to ch*ck on their loved ones. At very least he cando his best to account for all the Shifters. Call made, he drops the phone back on

the bed and turns his attention back to me.

“Sweetheart, what can I do?” He asks, he sounds almost desperate. I shrug hopelessly.

“What do you usually do when you’re upset?” he demands.

“I don’t know. Work, keep busy. When there’s no work I sometimes watch old cartoons.” I tell him,thinking of my blanket fort movie night with Harry. Bellamy nods determinedly.

“I can make that happen.” He briefly moves me off his lap so that he can grab my laptop and bring it tothe bed. He immediately drags me back into his lap and flips it open. It only takes him a couple minutesto have old cartoons playing. I have no idea what time it is, but I don’t want to think about it right nowanyway. I just curl up in Bellamy’s lap while we watch

cartoons in the dark.

I wake up much slower than my panicked awakening last night. There is an alarm going off,

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it’s obnoxious but I can’t bring myself to care enough to turn it off. Bellamy eventually moves. to silencethe awful sound. My whole b*dy feels worn out, like I did a huge work out or spent way too much time

in the sun. Bellamy looks groggy and there are shadows underneath his eyes that I’m sure are amatching set with the ones I must have.

“Are you okay? I can take care of the Shifters coming for mediation myself.” he offers. It is tempting,REALLY tempting. But I suspect that if I stay in bed now, I’m just going to get myself all worked upagain. I shake

my head to refuse his offer.

“I would rather stay with you.” Bellamy gives me a half smile and offers to let me shower first. I agree,partially because my hair takes forever to dry and partially because I feel really gross. When I washaving my panic attack last night, I must have been sweating. Gross, poor Bellamy had to deal with it.Not that he complained, he never really complains which somehow makes me feel better and worse atthe same time. Bellamy showers while I get. dressed and we both head downstairs. Bellamy insists onme eating breakfast although I don’t have much of an appetite. Still, I manage to force down a couplepieces of toast to make him happy. We are just tidying up the last of the dishes when a knock on thedoor lets us know that the Shifters have arrived.

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