LENA“Lena.” His voice cut through the panic like a blade. “Look at me.”I did. His hand came up to cup the side of my face, his thumb pressing just beneath my cheekbone, grounding and warm and horribly steady compared to the chaos ripping through me.“Breathe.”I tried but heat pulsed again and behind us, the silver tray on the bed blackened at the edges. The curtains nearest the fireplace stirred though no windows were open. I could hear the faint, ugly crackle of fabric sizzling somewhere in the room.My nails dug into Kael’s sweater. “Make it stop.”Something in his expression changed, I had seen Kael angry, cold, violent, possessive and annoyed but I had never seen him look afraid.But there it was now, buried deep and hard and quickly masked, gone so fast I might have imagined it if his grip on me hadn’t tightened.“Listen to me,” he said, voice low and absolute. “You’re going to breathe with me.”Another pulse of heat rolled through me, worse this time, and a framed photograph
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