Jean wrapped his hands around me tightly the moment he came to, pulling me in and shutting the door behind us immediately. He led me to the sitting room without any questions, and when we stopped, he eyed the couch, then eyed me again before letting out a sigh. “Yeah… this is beyond couch material, so let’s go to my room,” he breathed, already pulling me upstairs. I just let myself be dragged along because right now, I felt nothing but numbness as I relived everything that had happened over and over again. Knight… just the feel of his name was bitter on my tongue. But even with all the bitterness, I couldn’t, for one second, push him out of my head—and nothing, nothing irked me more than that. We finally made it to Jean’s room and slipped inside silently. Jean let go of me and headed to his closet, pulling out a few clothes. I watched as he brought them back to me. “Take a shower first, before anything else,” he muttered, placing the clothes gently in my hands. “I’m not going to
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