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“What happened?” I asked, keeping my voice low so I didn’t spook the girl.
She never stopped glancing around my bedroom, like she was waiting for something—or someone—to pop out and take her away from me. I pinched her chin between two fingers and forced her to look at me. She glanced past my head, unable to hold my stare.
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re having symptoms.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a fact, and Grace confirmed it when she nodded.
“Do you want me to touch you, or do you want me to let go?” I asked.
Her arms tightened around my neck, nearly choking me with her strength.
“No. I want to be held,” Grace whimpered, a tremor in her voice.
I dipped my chin, giving her a small nod before I tucked her closer to me. She buried her face into my neck, and I turned my head to nuzzle my nose against the side of her head, breathing in her sweet scent. She smelled like blossoming flowers on a spring morning after rain. I was shit at comforting, but it seemed like Grace found comfort in me, and that alone was enough.
My mind went down a dangerous path as I wondered what had happened. If a person fucked with her, they were a dead man walking.
When Grace and I had sex, it strengthened our bond. I couldn’t go through the day without thinking about her and checking the thread that joined us, just to ensure she was okay.
Lucien was jealous, but he didn’t voice it. He didn’t think I saw how he looked at Grace or the way he tried to seem calm when asking if she’d fed. I knew my brother well enough to know she had become his obsession, age be damned.
Grace’s quickened breathing concerned me.
“Don’t let them take me,” she sobbed.
I looked at her. Who was going to take her?
She tightened her arms around my neck and gasped for air as she spiraled. “They’re after me!”
I wracked my mind for what to do when someone experienced a psychotic episode. Since meeting Grace, I’d researched schizoaffective disorder and what to do in a situation like this. The texts said to speak in a calm voice because yelling only scared them more in their altered state.
I got to my feet while still holding Grace, crossed the bedroom, and entered the joined bathroom. I turned on the walk-in shower, making it hot enough to shock Grace out of her episode but not hot enough to burn off her skin. Though it wouldn’t matter if it did; she was a succubus and could heal herself.
I didn’t bother to undress us as I stepped under the steaming water spray. Grace sucked in a breath. Her arms tightened painfully around me, and her thighs squeezed my hips.
I grunted, bearing the pain for her.
I didn’t know how long we stood under the hot spray, but eventually, she pulled back and looked at me with glassy eyes. The water pounded onto her face, and I turned so it didn’t get into her eyes anymore.
I tried to keep calm instead of returning to her home and killing everyone in the house. It had to have been one of her family members. I’d caught a few soft murmurs when her parents talked about her, saying how she had changed since the concert.
“You need to get home. Grace is upset,”I said to Lucien, using our connection. The water had likely damaged the phone in my pocket. I didn’t give a fuck. I’d get a replacement.
“You want to tell me what happened?” I asked.
Grace nibbled on her bottom lip. “Not really,” she muttered.
My fingers dug into the soft skin of her ass and lower back where I held her. I narrowed my eyes and used my powers to turn off the shower as I walked out of it. I crossed the room and set her on the large marble counter. Water cascaded from our soaked clothes. I didn’t care about the big mess we made. She was more important.
Jesus, fuck. I think I’m falling for the girl.
“Arms up,” I demanded.
“Why?”
“I’m putting you in dry clothes.” Her white shirt was now see-through, and her hardened pink nipples pressed against the wet cloth.
“Donotmove from this spot,” I warned her.
