The President's Mate
Devon POV
Something wasn’t right with Jimmie.
One moment, he was just strapping Fara’s gear, quiet but focused, and the next, he started jerking. Violently. His head snapped back, his eyes rolling so far into his skull it was as if they were trying to escape him. My heart stopped.
“Jimmie!” I rushed to him without thinking, dropping everything, my hands gripping his shoulders hard. “Moonlight! Stay with me!”
But he wouldn’t stop. His body convulsed against mine, like something unseen had its claws in him, ripping him away from me. I felt pure fear stab through me. My chest clenched, every instinct roaring to protect him, to drag him back.
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