Chapter 23: King

She's human, I tell myself. Not weak, just human. "Stay with me," I mutter as I carry her back to my room. I sniff her hair, which is partially in my face. She smells enticing and that isn't a good thing.

"Please put me down," she requests when we're halfway to our destination.

I slowly drop her legs and tilt her body upright. Breathing heavily, she grabs the wall and hangs her head. A few seconds later, she places her hands on her knees and takes huge gulping breaths of air.

I say nothing as I wait for her to gain control.

"It's a panic attack," she says after her breathing slows. "I get them occasionally." She stands straight and closes her eyes for a moment. "You've given me a lot to think about. Please take me to my room so I can sort it out in my mind." Sweat at her temple captures strands of hair and they stick to her pasty, soft skin. Incredibly soft skin.

"This way," I point to the right and walk ahead of her to put distance between us. The sounds of her feet are sluggish