Violet had no idea how she held it together.
One moment, she’d been having the best night of her life, and the next, it turned into a nightmare.
The second Asher went into a seizure, she barely had time to think. Violet yanked his shirt off the floor, covered herself, and bolted for help.
Though the club staff didn’t know Asher’s true identity, they didn’t hesitate. In a world where werewolves were still clawing their way out of the second-class stigma, establishments like this bent over backwards to show care, especially when it came to werewolf patrons.
A death on their premises, particularly one involving a werewolf, was a PR disaster waiting to happen. It would not just cause a scandal, but an official inquiry, maybe even a visit from the Alpha King himself. Werewolves weren’t as common as humans hence their lives carried weight.
The ambulance eventually arrived, the sound of their sirens splitting the night like a scream.
Violet could not forget standing in the open doorway of the club, Asher’s shirt on her body damp with sweat and fear as she screamed. "He’s in here! He’s not breathing!"
The paramedics swarmed around her like bees, rushing past without so much as a glance. Within seconds, Asher’s body was being loaded onto the stretcher.
He was limp and lifeless. The once strong, and cocky Asher Nightshade looked terrifyingly small and breakable.
"No pulse," one of them shouted. "Get the paddles. Clear!"
The doors of the ambulance were still open as she stood frozen at the edge, her arms clutched tightly to her chest, her lips trembling with the force of the prayers she mumbled under her breath.
"Goddess, please, Please don’t take him. Please, not now. Not like this."
Without permission, Violet climbed into the back, her knees nearly buckling as she sank into the corner bench. She watched as they pressed the defibrillator pads against his chest.
"Charging. Clear!"
His body jolted once. There was nothing.
"No response!"
"Again!"
Jolt. There was still nothing.
Violet’s heart thrashed wildly in her chest, her fingers digging into her thighs. Her breath came in short gasps. He couldn’t die. Not Asher. Not her monster.
Without thinking about it, Violet was screaming into his ears, "You cannot go, Asher! I swear if you dare do this, I’ll face Hades and drag you out myself! I don’t care!"
"You have to calm down, young lady!" one of them said to her.
But Violet didn’t care because she meant every word. Death was not going to take Asher. Not today. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Then the other medic looked up. "I’ve got a pulse!"
Violet groaned in relief at once.
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