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Chapter twenty-eight
Chapter 27
Bellamy
I’mawareofTobias’seyes on me as I pace the bedroom. The pent-up energy coiled in my body is making me crazy, but I don’t know how to let it out.
He stands in the doorway, his hands in his pockets, watching me. Just like he has been for the past five minutes. “Relax, vixen.”
I whirl and glare at him. “How can you say that right now? I’ve always stayed away from dead bodies despite who my family is and the people they associate with, and now I’m wearing someone else’s brain matter. But I’m too chicken to get in the shower and clean it off.”
He tried to get me into the shower at my request, but despite it being spacious, I felt like I was going to suffocate when I looked at it, and it put me on the verge of a panic attack. My panic has faded to intense anxiety, and an inability to be still.
“Strip.”
I stop pacing at the sound of Owen’s hard command.
“Excuse me?” I’m offended, but at the same time, my heart rate decreases, and my shoulders droop as tension leaves me.
“You heard me, love.”
Tobias’s face is a storm of emotion, and I swear he wants to choke him for being so harsh with me, but Owen holds up a hand to stop him from interrupting. “She needs to get out of her bloody clothes. I’m not trying to be a dick.”
Tobias acquiesces and folds his arms as he moves all the way into the room and leans against the wall while Owen takes his place in the doorway. “Do as you’re told, vixen.”
I want to obey. My entire essence is calmer at their commanding presence, but my arms are heavy like lead and I can’t quite seem to get my brain to work.
Owen dips one hand into his pocket and stares at me with cool eyes. “Don’t make me tell you again, Bellamy. Strip. Or does Tobias need to do it for you?”
It takes all my energy, but I lift the dress over my head. As I drop the dress on the rug, my legs tremble, and I can tell my knees are about to buckle. Thankfully, they both sense I’m about to collapse at the same time and rush for me.
Their strong arms steady me, and they slowly lower me to the floor where we all sit while I tremble.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
Tobias rubs my shoulder. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Owen kisses my hair, and I recoil. “Don’t. There’s blood.”
He shakes his head and cups my cheek. “Come on, love. Let’s get you out of these clothes and into a shower.”
“The idea of a shower is making her claustrophobic,” Tobias says.
Without a word, Owen stands with me in his arms and strides out of the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” I ask, my voice a little more stable now.
“Hot tub.”
“Gross. Then Tobias has to get it cleaned.”
“Shut up, Bellamy. Quit worrying and let us take care of you.”
I’m surprised by Tobias’s outburst. That hasn’t been his style up to now. But it calms me further, and I lay my head against Owen’s shoulder, no longer concerned with the blood in my hair.
He sits me down on a lounge chair outside the hot tub and helps me out of the rest of my clothes.
When the water hits my chin, panic bubbles in my throat and I think I’m going to be sick, as memories of being shoved under water come rushing back.
