scanned the cabin’s living room. Gabriel’s muscular body blocked her view of the room as he hurried over to her.
His shirt was torn and his nose was bleeding as he gently cupped her face. “I thought I lost you,” he said with emotion. “I was so scared.” Scarlet looked into her boyfriend’s deep brown eyes. Why had he thought he lost her?
Scarlet watched Nate rush up to her as well. “Scarlet! Do you remember us?” He flittered around her in bafflement.
Turning her face away from Gabriel’s hands, Scarlet stared at Nate. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
She looked around the room. Where was Tristan? Was he safe? Was he alive?
“Because you….” Nate looked her over, his eyes perplexed. “You were dead.”
Scarlet stopped her search and spun her head to Nate, her mouth falling open. “I was what?”
I died? I died?
“How the crap did that happen?” Scarlet looked around in confusion, blinking at the scene before her.
The living room was trashed; the end tables were overturned, the large back window was completely shattered, and there were blood splatters on the floor.
Gabriel touched a hand to her arm, letting his fingers graze her skin. “Tristan rigged an arrow to kill himself tonight so he could save you, but you went after him in the woods and the arrow hit you instead.”
Scarlet blinked.
Tristan had tried to end his life for her. His stupid, selfless heart had tried to leave her alone in this world. And she had almost been too late to save him.
Thick emotion sloshed up against the walls of her throat and she hurried to swallow it down, the sting of tears hiding behind her eyes.
She’d almost lost the boy she couldn’t remember.
Scarlet stepped into the living room and her eyes found Tristan.
He was on his knees in the center of the room, grimacing with his eyes closed. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and small cuts covered his face. His hair was a mess, his clothes were a mess and his hands—Scarlet swallowed—his hands were completely covered in blood.
And he was in unbearable pain.
Not because of the cuts and bruises that were quickly healing across his immortal body, but because of her. She could feel her nearness wrapping around his insides with merciless torture.
“Tristan…” she whispered.
Nate looked at Tristan’s grimace in puzzlement. “Dude, what’s wrong?”
With his eyes still shut, Tristan took a deep breath. “I’m fine.”
“Uh…you don’t look fine.” Nate left Scarlet’s side and stepped closer to Tristan. “Are you in pain?”
Scarlet looked at Gabriel’s torn shirt and then at Tristan’s bloody mouth. Had they fought each other?
Tristan slowly rose from his knees and shook his head. “I’m fine,” he repeated. He opened his eyes and stretched his neck.
Tristan and Gabriel were identical twins, save for their eye colors. Gabriel’s eyes were a dark brown while Tristan’s were a brilliant green.
A captivating green.
Scarlet could feel the torment ripping through Tristan as he tried to act casual. She took a step forward, wanting to relieve his pain in some way. Wanting to reach into Tristan’s chest and pull out all the anguish with her hands.
Their eyes locked on one another.
Tristan slowly shook his head, as if warning Scarlet not to draw attention to his pain. Because of their connection, Scarlet knew he could feel every emotion running through her.
But she could feel him too. Which was why she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “Yes,” Scarlet confessed. “Tristan is in pain.”
Tristan looked at her darkly.
Too bad, Tristan. You don’t get to pretend like you’re superman.
Nate swung confused eyes to Scarlet. “How do you know?”
Scarlet blinked. “Because I…I can feel him.”
Tristan’s jaw clenched.
“You can feel him?” Nate looked alarmed.
Scarlet nodded.
Uh-oh. Was that not normal?
Gabriel let out a strained exhale and rubbed the side of his face.
“Since when?” Nate
His shirt was torn and his nose was bleeding as he gently cupped her face. “I thought I lost you,” he said with emotion. “I was so scared.” Scarlet looked into her boyfriend’s deep brown eyes. Why had he thought he lost her?
Scarlet watched Nate rush up to her as well. “Scarlet! Do you remember us?” He flittered around her in bafflement.
Turning her face away from Gabriel’s hands, Scarlet stared at Nate. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
She looked around the room. Where was Tristan? Was he safe? Was he alive?
“Because you….” Nate looked her over, his eyes perplexed. “You were dead.”
Scarlet stopped her search and spun her head to Nate, her mouth falling open. “I was what?”
I died? I died?
“How the crap did that happen?” Scarlet looked around in confusion, blinking at the scene before her.
The living room was trashed; the end tables were overturned, the large back window was completely shattered, and there were blood splatters on the floor.
Gabriel touched a hand to her arm, letting his fingers graze her skin. “Tristan rigged an arrow to kill himself tonight so he could save you, but you went after him in the woods and the arrow hit you instead.”
Scarlet blinked.
Tristan had tried to end his life for her. His stupid, selfless heart had tried to leave her alone in this world. And she had almost been too late to save him.
Thick emotion sloshed up against the walls of her throat and she hurried to swallow it down, the sting of tears hiding behind her eyes.
She’d almost lost the boy she couldn’t remember.
Scarlet stepped into the living room and her eyes found Tristan.
He was on his knees in the center of the room, grimacing with his eyes closed. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and small cuts covered his face. His hair was a mess, his clothes were a mess and his hands—Scarlet swallowed—his hands were completely covered in blood.
And he was in unbearable pain.
Not because of the cuts and bruises that were quickly healing across his immortal body, but because of her. She could feel her nearness wrapping around his insides with merciless torture.
“Tristan…” she whispered.
Nate looked at Tristan’s grimace in puzzlement. “Dude, what’s wrong?”
With his eyes still shut, Tristan took a deep breath. “I’m fine.”
“Uh…you don’t look fine.” Nate left Scarlet’s side and stepped closer to Tristan. “Are you in pain?”
Scarlet looked at Gabriel’s torn shirt and then at Tristan’s bloody mouth. Had they fought each other?
Tristan slowly rose from his knees and shook his head. “I’m fine,” he repeated. He opened his eyes and stretched his neck.
Tristan and Gabriel were identical twins, save for their eye colors. Gabriel’s eyes were a dark brown while Tristan’s were a brilliant green.
A captivating green.
Scarlet could feel the torment ripping through Tristan as he tried to act casual. She took a step forward, wanting to relieve his pain in some way. Wanting to reach into Tristan’s chest and pull out all the anguish with her hands.
Their eyes locked on one another.
Tristan slowly shook his head, as if warning Scarlet not to draw attention to his pain. Because of their connection, Scarlet knew he could feel every emotion running through her.
But she could feel him too. Which was why she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “Yes,” Scarlet confessed. “Tristan is in pain.”
Tristan looked at her darkly.
Too bad, Tristan. You don’t get to pretend like you’re superman.
Nate swung confused eyes to Scarlet. “How do you know?”
Scarlet blinked. “Because I…I can feel him.”
Tristan’s jaw clenched.
“You can feel him?” Nate looked alarmed.
Scarlet nodded.
Uh-oh. Was that not normal?
Gabriel let out a strained exhale and rubbed the side of his face.
“Since when?” Nate