the night as surely as the flames did. She was crazed, roaming around the periphery... now running.
No! The robe! She was going to trip-
With horror, he saw it happen. His long, blood red robe twisted around one of her legs and tangled up her feet.
Lurching forward, she started to fall facefirst into the fire.
As panic hit Marissa's expression and her arms went out into thin air, everything went slo-mo: Butch ran hard, yet seemed not to move at all.
"No!" he screamed.
Just before she was lost to the flames, Wrath materialized behind her and scooped her up into his arms. Saving her.
Butch skidded to a halt, a paralytic weakness making his legs go jelly on him. With no air left in his lungs, he fell to the ground... just collapsed.
So he was on his knees, staring up as Wrath held Marissa in his arms and she sagged all over him.
"Thank God my brother got there in time," V muttered from somewhere close by.
Butch pushed himself to his feet, wobbling like he was on rocky ground.
"You okay?" V asked, reaching out.
"Yeah. Fine." Butch stumbled back to the garage and kept going, tripping through random doors, banging into walls. Where was he? Oh, inside the kitchen. Blindly, he looked around... and saw the butler's pantry. Pushing his way into the little room, he leaned back against the shelves and shut himself in with all the canned goods and the flour and the sugar.
His whole body started to shake until his teeth rattled, and his arms flapped like bird wings. God, all he could think about was Marissa burning. On fire. Helpless. In agony.
If it had been just him going for her, if Wrath hadn't somehow seen what was happening and dematerialized right to her, she would be dead now.
Butch wouldn't have been able to save her.
The thought naturally shot him right back to the past. With horrible precision, flashes of his sister getting in that car two and a half decades ago pinged around his skull. Shit, he hadn't been able to save Janie, either.
Hadn't been able to pull her out of that Chevy Chevette in time.
Hell, maybe if Wrath had been around back then, the king could have rescued his sister, too.
Butch rubbed at his eyes, telling himself that the blurriness was just the aftereffects of all the smoke.
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A half hour later, Marissa sat on the bed in the blue toile room, enveloped by a fog of mortification. Damn it, she'd taken her rule number one way too far.
"I'm so embarrassed."
Wrath, who was standing in the doorway, shook his head. "You shouldn't be."
"Well, I am." She tried to smile at him and missed the mark by a million miles. God, her face felt stiff, the skin tight from having been so close to all that heat. And her hair-her hair smelled like gas and smoke. So did the robe.
She shifted her eyes over to Butch. He was out in the hall, leaning back against the wall. He hadn't said a thing since appearing there a few minutes ago and he didn't look like he was coming into the room, either. He probably thought she was crazy. Hell, she thought she was crazy.
"I don't know why I did that."
"You're under a lot of stress," Wrath said, even though he wasn't the one she was looking at.
"That's no excuse."
"Marissa, don't take this the wrong way, but no one cares. We want you safe and well. We could give a shit about the lawn."
When she just stared past Wrath at Butch, the king glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, I think I'll leave you two alone. Try and get some z's, okay?"
As Wrath turned around, Butch said something that didn't carry. In response, the king clapped a hand to the back of the man's neck. More quiet words were shared.
After Wrath left, Butch came forward, but only as far as the doorway. "You going to be all right?"
"Ah, yes. After I have a shower." And a lobotomy.
"Okay. I'm going back to the Pit."
"Butch... I'm sorry I did what I did. It was just... I couldn't find one gown that wasn't contaminated with memories."
"I can understand that." Except clearly he didn't. He looked completely numb, as if he'd unplugged himself from everything. Especially her. "So... take care of yourself, Marissa."
She leaped to her feet as he backed away. "Butch?"
"You don't worry about anything."
What the hell did that mean?
She started to go after him, but Beth appeared in the doorway with a bundle