I hefted him up—Onyx, or whatever his real name was— his weight sagging against my shoulder as we shuffled down the dimly lit corridor. Like damn how much do you eat . That's when someone tapped my back. I twisted my head, heart skipping a beat.
It was Drake.
"Hi, Jay," he said, his eyes narrowing as they flicked to the guy beside me. "And who the hell is that?"
"It's Onyx," I gasped between breaths, struggling to keep my grip. "I think someone drugged him. Well? Why are you standing there—come help me!"
Drake didn't hesitate. Good boy. He grabbed Onyx's other arm, and together we Carried him forward, step by step. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever.
After what felt like ten million years….
we finally reached my room. "Phew, finally," I muttered, and we dropped him onto my bed with a thud that made the springs groan in protest.
"Okay, Jay, sorry, but I gotta go," Drake said, already running to the door before I could say anything , the door clicking shut behind him.
Seriously? I rolled my eyes 🙄🙄 shaking off the annoyance. Time to freshen up. I headed to the bathroom, cleaning my smudged makeup with my bubble . Then the shower: hot water pouring over me, washing away the night's chaos. Steam covering the mirror and window.
Dressed in my favourite bear-themed pjs . I grabbed my blanket and flopped onto the sofa. The TV flickering on, some mindless late-night show droning in the background. But my mind wouldn't settle.
I couldn't just leave him like that. I headed back to the bedroom, I checked on Onyx. He was out cold, chest rising and falling steadily, that sleek black mask still hiding his face like a secret. Guilt tugged at me—he looked vulnerable, not the powerful and dangerous figure everyone whispered about. What happened to you tonight? I wondered.
Biting my lip, I leaned in close. My fingers hesitated, then gently tugged at the mask's edge. It peeled away slowly, revealing...
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