35. Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five

I 'm not sure why or what's going on, but the energy feels wrong. Peeking over my shoulder, I see that Perri is still following us. We don't all fit in one car, so we decided to take two cars to the hospital.

Maybe I'm just feeling jittery from the adrenaline after what happened to Mac and our win against the team that sent our goalie to the hospital.

A crash of thunder vibrates the car, making me jump. Dean slips his fingers into mine as he gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

"You okay?"

I nod. Not sure why I feel off. It's the same feeling I had at the game tonight but made the mistake of brushing it off. My dad always told me to listen to my instincts, and my mother told me many times that our bodies often know when something is wrong before the mind can catch up. Is this one of those situations?

Thunder sounds loudly around us as lightning flashes across the sky. The weather seems to reflect my mood as we make our way to the hospital. I stare out the window. Watching as dark clouds roll overhead. Blanketing over the beautiful sunset filled with oranges and pinks. It's ominous how fast the clouds are moving, as if they want to turn the world dark.

The air is charged with the coming storm, feeding my desperation to get to Mac. I need to make sure he's okay. Head injuries can turn horrible fast. My body tingles with awareness as a feeling of dread suddenly fills my chest, and another boom of thunder vibrates the car.

A shiver rushes down my spine, and I'm not sure if the dread is for Mac or for myself.

Dean bumps my shoulder. "You okay, Ice Princess?"

I'm still gazing out the window, wishing the dark clouds, or the bright colors of the sunset, would reveal what is making me feel this way. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It only leaves me feeling more lost than I was before.

I turn to meet his gaze as my brows knit together. "I—I don't know. Something feels off."

He arches a brow. "What do you mean?"

A shiver runs down my spine as I mutter, "Something bad is going to happen."

His grip on my hand tightens. "We got you. Just stay with one of us, okay?"

I nod, taking a deep breath. I love that he doesn't discount my feelings. He doesn't laugh and say I'm crazy or give me empty platitudes of how everything will be okay. I squeeze his hand back, grateful for the reassurance, as I whisper, "Thank you."

He nods before talking to the others. Letting them know that I have a bad feeling, and that someone needs to always be with me. It doesn't lessen the feeling of dread in my body, but as long as I stay by their side I will be fine. Right?