Odessa POV
Trevor’s dead. The venom killed him faster than it was supposed to. I wasn’t thinking about using venom on him. I just wanted to get away.
“I need to get to Maverick.”
Gosh, what if he hates me for this?
“Odessa!” Maverick yelled.
“Odessa!” Storm yelled.
My breath caught in my throat.
“I-I’m over here.”
Storm and Maverick appeared, naked, seconds later. They must have shifted at some point. I hadn’t moved from my position beside Trevor. My arm was still in his grip.
I felt crushed under the weight of Maverick’s judgment. He took a step forward and pried Trevor’s grip off me.
“I-I didn’t want this to happen,” I stammered.
“Man,” Storm said, rubbing his hair. “This isn’t good.”
“Maverick!” I yelled because I felt no one was hearing me.
His eyes were lost and distant.
