Chapter 19: Nememiah's MarkThe ground was hard beneath my back and warm lips were pressed to mine, blowing air into my open mouth when I came around for a second time. It took a couple of confused seconds to comprehend what was going on. One – I was back with my friends and two – it was Conal who was pressing his lips against mine.
Instinct kicked in and I curled my hand into a fist, slamming it into his jaw as I twisted away from him. “What are you doing!”
“Charlotte! Thank, God! We thought you were dead.” Lucas drew me into his arms and onto his lap, his voice tense and I clung to him, trying to clear the confusion in my head. As he stroked my hair, I could feel a tremor in his hand.
Ben knelt beside us and ran his fingers across my forehead. “She seems fine,” he reassured Lucas.
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