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“I didn’t ask you to hold it Now drink”

She watched hiht She could see the energy coiled inside him

“Better?” he asked as she pulled back

She nodded She did feel better Her head was clearer and she was calmer

“Tell me what that panic attack was about”

It wasn’t a request or a question He sat on the coffee table facing her, and just waited patiently The lines around his eyes tightened, so maybe not that patiently She shifted around on the sofa “I really need to get to the boys—”

“The boys are fine Gwen and Tho a nap”

Relief filled her “Thank you”

He nodded “Now that you know they’re fine, I want to knohat’s going on with you”

“Nothing’s going on with me Well, other than eleven stitches in h It was a pretty pathetic attempt

His gaze narrowed, and he rubbed his forefinger against his chin “All right, pet Since you’re unwilling to be honest with reed to live by my rules, under my protection when you came to live here, yes?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Yes or no ansill suffice,” he told her She froze at the chill in those words Oh, shit Her sto over until she could soiven a chance to talk and you declined Keeping things fro yourself in harm is not allowed”

“I didn’t deliberately cut myself,” she muttered

“Do I need to get a gag?” he asked her calmly