Ty grabbed my hand, his much larger hand encapsulating mine. “Liza, you can’t let yourself get angry like that in public anymore.”
My hands trembled as I tried to steady myself against a nearby table. “This isn’t my fault, Ty. Something is changing inside of me again, and I don’t even know what happened out there. I remember seeing that my office building was trashed. Then Robin kept demanding I return to the car. Robin… Robin was frightened of me, Ty. Someone through the tomato and it splattered all over me, and I was so damned furious. Then youwere there, in front of me. You still haven’t told me how you arrived so quickly.”
Ty looked at me like I had sprouted another head. “Liza, you were there for over thirty minutes. Jamie called me when you refused to get back in the car. I drove there as fast as I could. By the time I arrived, you were making things gravitate off the ground. Your eyes were focused straight ahead, and no matter how many times I yelled your name, you wouldn’t snap out of it.”
I stared at him in stunned silence. He had to be exaggerating, but the grave expression on his face made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t. What the hell was happening to me?
Ty continued, his tone low and steady, as if trying to keep me grounded. “Even the picket signs were flung from the fanatics’ hands. Jamie and Robin’s guns flew from their holsters as well.”
“Are you serious?” My voice wobbled, and I wrapped my arms around myself. “What’s wrong with me?”
“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. Maybe you should consider some anger management until we understand what’s causing the changes in your magic.”
“Anger management?” My eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Do you really think that will make any difference?”
“It might,” Ty said. “Doing something is better than not doing anything at all. You scared me, babe. I didn’t think I could reach you to bring you back to me. What if it happens again...” He looked so worried, and his voice was near breaking. “What if I don’t succeed in bringing you back next time? I never want to see you lose control like that again.”
“Neither do I,” I said. Uncertainty and fear clamped down on my mind. The thought of losing control of my magic and potentially hurting someone in the process terrified me.
“Promise me you’ll try, Liza.” Ty pleaded, his eyes searching mine for any sign of agreement.
“Fine. I promise. But we need to find out what’s going on soon. Whatever this is, I feel as if I’ve got no control over it, and it’s changing fast. I don’t know how much longer I can handle it.”
Ty pulled me into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping me like a protective shield. “We will, Liza. We’ll figure it out together. You realize I won’t let anything happen to you in the process, right? I need you to trust that I have your best interests at heart.”
I nodded. For now, that would have to be enough., but as I leaned into the safety of Ty’s arms, I wondered if there was truly any way to protect myself and others from the growing darkness within me.
77
TY
My favorite time was always the early morning silence before the estate came to life with its hustle and bustle, when the day was full of possibilities. There were no landscapers using their noisy equipment outside in the gardens, no staff shuffling throughout the house performing their various duties.
I was on the balcony outside our bedroom. Last night’s rain had amplified the forest’s scent. My wolf itched to be out there. I considered waking Liza to see if she’d like to go for a run and enjoy everything the morning had to offer, but I stood for just a bit longer, gazing out at the grounds. It was so damn peaceful, which was exactly what we needed.
Peace.
My moment of Zen was rudely interrupted when my phone vibrated on the wrought-iron table, jarring me out of my thoughts. Rubbing my temples, I knew the tranquility of the day was gone. I dropped my gaze to the screen to see a text from Isaiah.
Got info on Liza’s pack members. Headed your way.
I raised an eyebrow and typed out a reply.Give us an hour.
Last night had been chaotic, with Liza losing her temper and scaring the hell out of her so-called omega fans. She’d withdrawn into herself, her memories fragmented. Her face had been a canvas of emotions as she silently tried to make sense of the events that had unfolded. She’d listened in disbelief as I recounted everything. I’d witnessed her fear at her actions communicated through our bond.
She held onto me, tears streaming, shaking with sobs, telling me over and over again that she was sorry. I tried to reassure her, but she was terrified of losing control around people and not being able to protect herself around others.
Despite the late hour, we’d contacted Liza’s doctor on his personal cell and asked if he knew anyone discreet who could provide help with her anger management. He’d given us a name, and I planned to reach out later today.
Before I could set my phone down, it buzzed again. This time, it was Bryce.
Checked social media yet? Think you should.
Shit. If Bryce was concerned, did I really want to open it? I didn’t want to study the comments, but I forced myself to face the music. I opened my account and scrolled through posts about the incident outside Liza’s office. As I read the comments, it took all my restraint not to crack my phone in my grip.
“Omega loses her shit, cusses out strangers.”
“Omega threatens innocent people, sends posters flying across the street using only her eyes.”
