West (A Roam Series Novella) by Kimberly Stedronsky Page A

over.
    “Stop! Please don’t make a scene. Logan, please,” Roam begged. “ Please ,” she repeated, whispering as she looked around the restaurant at the disturbed patrons.
      The kid’s fists clenched like he was going to go for me. I stared at him coolly. “I’m not going to fight you, Logan. I’m just stating the facts. You’ve had the nightmares, and you know what she’s dealing with.”
    “Let’s just get out of here and make a plan,” she looked to me, and I nodded. “Are we going to where Logan is staying, or… ,”
    “ Look at the way you trust him ,” Logan growled, and Roam’s face whipped to him, shocked. “I’ve known you all of your life, and now you don’t trust me because of some dreams?” He turned and stormed out, and Roam chased after him.
    “ Shit .” I dropped the cash to the table, gathering our bags. By the time I found them, near the entrance of a hotel, I could see his words on her face before I could hear him speaking them.
    “…watched it happen. I didn’t know it was you until you were… gone. You were blonde, and looked older… he was so angry, and punched you…,”
    “ Enough! ” I raged, turning to Logan.
    When I looked back at Roam, I could see the color draining from her face. Before Logan could reach for her, I swept her into my arms.
    When she still hadn’t come to by the time we reached Logan’s hotel room, I felt for her pulse.
    “She’s still not breathing- she never stops this long!” Logan shouted.
    “No… she is… she’s coming around,” I urged, smoothing her hair away from her face with my hands.
    Her eyes blinked, and then she was screaming.
    “No! No…, ”
    “ Shh ,” I tried to comfort her, my heart breaking at her condemning, fearful gaze. “ Roam…, ”
    “No! I remember,” she cried.
    I winced as she balled her hand into a fist, punching me in the eye. Suddenly, she was holding her hand, crying.
    “ Stop it! ” I gripped her hands, pinning them. “Logan, get some ice…,”
    “I can’t believe you lied to me! I trusted you! ” She looked around, confused, taking in the hotel room as Logan ran to the mini fridge.
    “I blamed myself, I suspected I’d done it, but I was never sure,” I managed, forcing her into my arms. “I’m so sorry Roam,” I whispered, against her ear, every part of me needing her forgiveness.
    “No,” she sobbed, trying to pull away. I let her go, aching to speak to her alone, to say exactly what I wanted to say out of Logan’s earshot.
    “Give me your hand,” he took her palm, wrapping a towel with ice around her fingers carefully. “You may have broken it. I can’t say it wasn’t completely worth it, though,” he added, shooting me a fuck-you glare.
    Ignoring him, I grabbed her hand, unfurling her fingers and then curling them into a fist again. She winced but didn’t cry out. By now, I could tell when she was in pain. “It’s not broken. Just don’t punch anything anymore- especially me. I’m immortal, remember? Punching is not effective.”
    “You feel pain,” she hissed, backing away from me as far as possible while I still held her hand in mine. “And if I can’t trap you, I may as well punch you until my hand breaks.”
    Julie . Julie’s fiery gaze, right there, at the worst possible moment. I turned toward the window. “I deserve that.”
    “They can be trapped?” Logan interrupted. “Immortals can be trapped? What does that mean?”
    “I mean they can be trapped,” I snapped, you fucking idiot. “Just not killed.”
    I dropped her hand to the bedspread.
    “Then why couldn’t we lure Troy through the fountain, and trap him in 1977?”
    She looked at Logan. “How would we do that?”
    “We destroy the door- we destroy the fountain.”
    My mind raced. I thought of the connections I had, the means, and the possibilities as I ran through a dozen scenarios. Maybe he’s not such a fucking idiot. “You’re suggesting we- what, blow up the fountain?” I began