All Chapters of My Husband Sold Me to His Blind Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 11

The smell came first.Not smoke. Nothing so obvious or so easy to brace against. Just burnt toast — Reed catching the grill a few seconds too late, the faint sweet char of it drifting from the kitchen while I was halfway through my coffee — and I was already setting the cup down before I understood why my hands had decided to do that without asking me.Heat against my left cheek.Glass breaking somewhere behind and above.A hand — large, certain, frightened — closing around my wrist and pulling hard.I gripped the edge of the table.The dining room stayed exactly where it was. The fire in the grate. The grey morning through the windows. Reed's voice from the kitchen, mildly irritated with himself. All of it present and solid and real.But for three seconds I had been somewhere else.Somewhere with heat and breaking glass and a hand on my wrist that knew exactly where I was in the dark.I didn't tell Sebastian at breakfast.He was at the head of the table, coffee in hand, and I sat acr