“Myssa you good?”
“Yeah, little scary,” I admit.
“Zayne, what do you want to do about…” He turns and looks over his shoulder.
“Him.”
“Put him in the conference room with security. When he comes to, make sure his eyes are a color of this world.”
Knox steps back in surprise.
“He was possessed by Jasper,” Zayne explains, looking back at me.
“Holy shit, so this is what that kid meant,” Knox says, lacing his fingers in his hair, processing the brutal reality.
“Yeah,” I say.
Zayne continues as his hand intertwines in mine. “Call the police and let them know he attacked a patron.”
“Wait,” I say.
They both look at me in surprise. I try to stand, and Zayne lets me lean on him as I’m still a little woozy.
“This was not this man’s fault. When you call the police, let them know that someone was attacked, but we think he might have had a medical issue, and the patron didn’t want to press charges. We just want him to get the help he needs,” I say.
“Are you sure?” Knox says.
I nod.
“When are you talking to Jess and Steph?” I ask Zayne.
“Tomorrow morning,” he says, as we take the elevator back to the loft. Zayne still holds me tight and walks me to the door.
“I need to go to the club to deal with this, but I don’t want to leave you alone.” He lets me back in the door.
“I’ll be ok. Don’t worry about me, I’m tougher than that,” I say, attempting to give him a genuine smile.
“Oh, I know you are,” he says, kissing my forehead, but when he looks at me, I guess I falter a little as he cocks his head to examine me.
“Are you sure?” He stands in the doorway, sliding his fingers through mine.
“Yes, go. I’ll be fine,” I demand, and just as he lets go of my hand, I quickly grab his again.
“Zayne.”
“Yes, beautiful?” he says softly.
“Thank you again for coming for me,” I say, as a small tear escapes.
He brushes it away with his thumb, and I lean into his touch. He steps forward, and his lips softly touch mine. I welcome the feeling of home that wraps around me as I deepen the kiss.
“I’ll try to make it quick, ok?” he says.
I nod, and he takes a step back towards the elevator. The loss of him pains me.
I close the door and walk back into the loft.
The smell of the man's breath still lingers on my clothes, and I decide to take a shower.
