"What the hell, Low," Cage's voice. "Move," he barked and I wanted to stop him but he was leaving me. "Low snap out of it. Come on. Snap out of it for me. Focus on me Low and tell me what happened." Cage's voice was stern. He'd been with me through these before. He'd stop it. I turned my eyes up at him
"Jarritos," I choked out and tears stung my eyes. Gasping for air, I focused on my breathing again.
"Ah, shit Low. I got some more. See there right here in this bag."
I saw the familiar bottles through the plastic bag. He bought some. He wasn't leaving. I was safe. I wasn't alone.
Nodding I took a deep breath.
"Kay," I replied in a whisper. The tightness in my chest eased some but I could feel the threat of an attack still there. Waiting on me.
"Come here," Cage pulled me against him and the familiar smell calmed me.
"I noticed they were gone this morning. I'm not leaving you.
Do you hear me. I. am. not. leaving. you." Nodding against his chest I heard a door close. Marcus. Oh God. He'd seen me lose it. Now I was all wrapped up in Cage's arms. Not good. Pulling back I looked over Cage's shoulder and Marcus was gone.
"He left," I whispered lifting my eyes up to meet Cage's.
"You probably scared the shit out of him. It isn't easy to see you do that."
I nodded.
"It was because I didn't have your drinks?" I teared up again and shrugged. "Sorta. The idea you were letting me go and I'd be alone."
He shook his head, "Never gonna happen. If the damn mexican drinks run out and I'm a little slow getting some more it doesn't mean I'm letting you go. You'll never be alone Low. I swear to you. You hear me."
"Yeah"
He glanced back over his shoulder.
"He didn't leave the apartment. He went to his bedroom."
"Thanks," I reached up and hugged him. Dreading the idea of facing Marcus.
"I love you Low," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied and stepped back. I had to go deal with Marcus witnessing my craziness. Cage couldn't do that for me. It was all me.
Chapter Sixteen
Marcus
I sat on the edge of the bed and cradled my head in my hands. What the hell had just happened? And why had I not been able to reach her? Watching her bury herself in Cage's arms had been more than I could handle. The jealousy that he was the one she went to ate me alive. I was second best. Again. But this time it was ripping me apart.
Sadie hadn't consumed me this way. She hadn't owned me. Low did.
The door opened slowly and I turned my head to see Will ow stepping inside the room. I watched as she closed the door behind her. The worry and fear in her eyes killed me but I didn't go to her. She hadn't wanted me. It had been Cage she wanted.
"I'm sorry you saw me like that," she said in a small voice.
That's why she was sorry?
"You turned to him. Not me."
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"I was having an anxiety attack. I was focused on breathing.