I See You Part 19

20.

Present Day

Aurora

The look on Jentry's face when he walked back into Declan's hospital room a few minutes later made me wish that this night could have gone a dozen other ways, just so long as he would have never had to see that side of Linda.

He shut the door roughly behind him, and groaned as he ran his hands over his head and down his face. I watched as frustration and tension poured from him from where I sat next to Declan, but didn't say anything, just tried to give him his s.p.a.ce in the small room.

He stood facing away from me with his fingers laced together on top of his head. His body vibrated subtly despite the way he was methodically breathing, trying to calm himself.

After a couple of minutes, he spoke low, but didn't turn around. "You said everyone eats in here during family dinners?"

"Yes," I said warily.

"Then I should go. I don't think it would be a good idea for me to be in a room with my mom right now."

I sighed dejectedly. "Jentry, I don't want this for you. It's something that Linda and I will have to talk out one day, but I don't want it to affect your relations.h.i.+p."

His head shook as he turned to look at me. "Just trust me when I say it wouldn't be good for us to be in the same room right now. Not after what I just said to her."

I opened my mouth, ready to tell him that she would probably get over what he had said, but then a sinking feeling hit me. My face fell and I inhaled audibly.

There was no fresh wave of that intoxicating scent I loved but had come to hate.

"Jentry, no . . ." I trailed off, my voice barely above a breath.

My eyes lingered on the angry set of his face, and the way his body twitched with his aggravation, worse now than when he'd walked in. I had thought when he'd left that he was going to smoke and had only just remembered that he'd thrown away his cigarettes that morning.

"Jentry, what'd you do?" I asked, my voice just as soft.

His head tilted to the side, as if he was preparing for me-or maybe daring me-to get upset by what he was about to say. "She had to know that what she was doing wasn't okay."

"No . . . Jentry, no. I told you that it was between her and me!"

"Aurora, I can't know about this and not say anything!" He swung his arm out toward the door as he said, sneering, "I walked into that room and she acted like nothing had just happened. To me, she acted like that to me. Which tells me that she had no intention of stopping any of that bulls.h.i.+t because she didn't feel bad for it. I don't know if what I said will even make a difference, but she needed to know that people are aware of what she is doing."

"But they were never supposed to be!" I said, my voice louder than I intended for it to be.

"I get it, Aurora, I swear to G.o.d I do. This needs to end with the two of you-and I'll gladly let it," he said, closing the distance between us as he spoke. "But whether or not you wanted other people to be pulled in, Mom's been pulling people in by letting them be around when she's said things to you, and for whatever reason, they've let it go on, too."

I knew he was right. I knew I needed to be thankful that he had stood up to Linda for me when no one else had. But I never would have wanted this. I never would have wanted Jentry to stand up to his mom, of all people.

His voice dropped and his dark eyes stared into mine. "Aurora, I love you. You can't expect me to see you hurt and not do something about it. You hurt, I hurt."

A warm s.h.i.+ver danced up my spine at his words, and without thinking, I reached out for him.

At the last second before my hand could touch Jentry's, his eyes flickered behind me and widened, his body stilled. When he spoke, his tone was a mixture of disbelief and shock. "Dec?"

I whirled around in my chair to find bloodshot green eyes staring at us in confusion. "Declan?" My tone matched Jentry's, and then melted into a whispered cry. "Dec!" I reached for his hand as tears began falling down my face, and I choked out a cry when his fingers slowly curled around mine. "Dec, you're in the hospital, but everything's fine. You're going to be fine." My words were m.u.f.fled by my sobs, but my words couldn't have been truer. For the first time, I knew he was going to be fine.

"No, no! Don't!" I pled when he reached for his breathing tube, his confusion bleeding into panic. "Just leave it."

Jentry was already rus.h.i.+ng out of the room, and I vaguely heard him yelling something before his voice trailed away. Seconds later, two nurses came hurrying in and talking quickly, and I was being pulled away from Declan and pushed out of the room by one of them.

"Wait, I need to be in there!"

"We'll inform you when you can come back in, sweetie," the woman said sternly. "You know how this goes; please wait in the waiting area."

I stood there in shock for an unknown amount of time as I tried to figure out what to do. In that time, a doctor walked calmly into Declan's room, and I heard the three people talking loudly. To Declan or each other, I wasn't sure. All I could focus on was the fact that Declan had woken up.

I finally turned and began walking down the hall in the direction of the waiting area, and halfway there, heard a bunch of people talking frantically, and numerous hard, quick steps. I turned another corner and saw Jentry and the Veils nearly running toward me.

Their voices rose when they saw me, and Jentry broke away from them to get to me first.

"What happened? Why are you out here?" he asked quickly, and reached for me.

The way his long hands wrapped tenderly around my arms seemed to ground me enough to remember how to speak or discern time, but the excitement that hung in the hallway made it so that neither Jentry nor I realized that we shouldn't be standing so close. That he shouldn't be holding me.

"I don't know. Nurses came in and told me I had to leave. A doctor went in. They said we had to stay in the waiting room until they came and got us."

"Did something go wrong?" someone asked urgently in the Veil group.

My head shook quickly. "No, no. They just came in."

"I told them his eyes were open," Jentry added just as fast.

"His eyes followed you," I said, and looked back up at Jentry. "His eyes followed you. And then they were watching me. He curled his hand around mine. He's really awake. He's awake."

Jentry crushed me in an embrace that felt as though it should have lasted for the rest of time.

But eventually it ended, as all things do. As more things would. Because Declan being awake meant more than just finally having him back. It meant we would have to relive that night. It meant that whenever Declan decided to announce it, the rest of the family would know about my past with Jentry. Would know that I had turned down Declan's proposal and had planned to leave him. Would know that I was in love with someone else entirely, but someone just as close to the rest of them.

And as we all waited anxiously for the chance to see Declan again, I knew Jentry had realized the same thing. His eyes kept flas.h.i.+ng over to mine, worry set deep there, and anxiety radiating from his body.

When we were finally allowed back to see Declan, Jentry kept himself close enough to me that if he reached out, he'd be able to touch me, but far enough away that when Declan saw us again, it wouldn't look like we were together.

The doctor was explaining things to the family, but I wasn't hearing him. I was watching Declan watch me with a blank expression. For a while, I wondered if he didn't know who I was at all, but after a few minutes of staring at me, he turned his hand over, palm up.

I stepped closer and slid my hand into his, and marveled again when his fingers immediately curled around mine.

"Hey, Dec," I said softly. "Glad you found your way back."

He didn't speak-I wasn't sure if he even could-just continued to watch me blankly.

His family spoke to him around us, but he never looked away from me or acknowledged in any way that there was anyone else there.

I looked uneasily up at Jentry, and his dark eyes glanced over to me for a second before darting back to Declan.

I followed his line of sight when Dec tapped on my finger, and smiled down at him. "What is it, Dec?"

His face pinched in pain as he worked his throat a few times, and I heard his mom and sisters gasp in surprise when he spoke. "Ring."

My eyes widened and mouth fell open in amazement at hearing his voice. "What?"

"Where's your ring?" he croaked.

I glanced down to look at the finger he'd been tapping on, and his question finally made sense. Sort of. I stared at the third finger of my left hand for long seconds, and looked at Jentry again to see him watching us in confusion and horror as he caught on to what Declan was asking, and what he thought.

"We're engaged," Declan said roughly, slowly. "Aren't we?"

21.

Present Day

Aurora

My stomach fell and the air in my lungs forced out with a rush, the rest of the family went silent and still. I stared at Declan's green eyes, knowing my expression must have matched Jentry's in that moment. I had to have looked horrified.

What was I supposed to say to him when he had just woken up from being in a coma for more than three weeks? How was I supposed to tell him that we weren't engaged when he obviously, clearly remembered asking me, and he had just woken up?

I don't know how much time pa.s.sed after his question, but I was thankfully saved from answering at that moment when a nurse came in.

"I know this is a very exciting time, but there are some things we need to do. I can allow one or two of you to stay for a while, but not all of you."

Even if Linda hadn't spoken up in that moment, I knew she and Kurt would have been the ones to stay. This was their son.

"I'll be back," I promised Declan, and slowly slid my hand from his. Running my hand over his forehead, I whispered, "I'm so happy you came back."

I kept my eyes on the floor and managed to keep the horrified cry from escaping my chest until I was out of his room and around the corner.

Jentry was there, as he always was. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close against him when my knees weakened and it got too hard to stay standing.

"Don't," I protested weakly when he turned me around and his free hand slid up to cradle my face. Someone could walk around the corner at any second, and then-of all times-wasn't the time to have to explain about us. But any objection I might have had fled my mind when I looked up.

His face was etched with pain and the confusion I felt, but he still pulled me against his hard body. His hands were holding me like I was breakable, but he was clenching his jaw like it was taking all his strength to refrain from making me his again.

Hard and soft, I thought, then let myself get lost in his eyes. Those dark eyes seemed to look straight into my soul.

"What was I supposed to say?" The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them, but from the slight s.h.i.+ft in Jentry's expression, I knew he'd been expecting them, and didn't have an answer for me, either.

"We're going to get through this," he said so softly that I wasn't sure if I just thought I could hear his voice. "Let's just focus on the fact that he's awake; we'll figure out everything later."

I wanted to. I wanted to go back to how it had been during the hours we'd waited to see Declan again after he'd first woken. The excitement that had been thrumming through the waiting room had been palpable, making the nervousness coming from Jentry and me get lost as it wove its way between the two of us.

I wanted that excitement back. I wanted to fall to the floor and thank G.o.d for helping Declan find his way home.

But the only thing running through my head now was that we had so much more to worry about than Declan publicizing my past with Jentry. Telling Declan about Jentry had been hard enough the first time; I couldn't imagine doing it again. And this time, it would be done while Declan thought we were engaged.

"He thinks we're engaged," I mumbled needlessly.

Jentry's face pinched slightly, but smoothed out as he brushed his thumb over my cheek. "Yeah. That's something we'll have to figure out." He exhaled through his nose slowly, then asked, "After everything that's happened in the past few weeks, have you changed your mind?"

My face fell and chest constricted. "What? I don't . . . what?"

"Losing someone-or almost losing them-can make you realize what they mean to you."

"Jentry . . ."

"If that's how you've felt with Declan, if you've regretted not saying yes to him, then this might be good for you."

Seconds slipped by while I stared at him in shock. "Are you honestly asking me this right now? Are you really standing here trying to figure out if I want to be with him?" I gently pushed away from Jentry and backed up a couple of steps until I was pressed against the hallway wall.

His brow furrowed in frustration as he watched me, but I knew it was frustration with himself. He rubbed at his jaw in the way he did when he was wasting a few seconds in order to calm down, then said gruffly, "You can't fault me for asking. I know you loved him-I know you still do. I can see it, and it wasn't like I expected you to stop. You were the one who was here for him the most, and I know it wasn't out of guilt or obligation."

"And so in your mind that all translates to me thinking I made a mistake?" I asked.