The air in the Riverside Duplex was thick with the scent of rain and the metallic tang of Diego’s shocked adrenaline. Kol stepped toward the massive hockey star, sinking onto the edge of the cushion and resting a steadying palm on Diego’s trembling shoulder. At first, the werewolf flinched, his muscles coiling as if to bolt, but as Kol maintained the contact, Diego finally slumped, allowing the touch."Diego..." Kol’s voice was a low, grounding hum. "Talk to me. I’m begging you, just explain what’s happening in your head."The athlete shook his head, his knuckles white as he gripped his hair. "I can't. It’s too dark.""You have to," Kol insisted, his resolve hardening. "You claimed I wouldn't understand, so make me. Map it out for me, because right now, I’m drowning in the confusion of your reaction."Diego finally lifted his gaze, and the sheer agony etched into his features hit Kol like a cross-check to the ribs. The quiet intensity that usually defined the man had shattered into so
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