But Matthias seems horrified.He tries to say something, but it only sounds like growls.He holds one finger up and rushes out the door.
What…the hell?
I don’t need medical attention, if that’s what he’s thinking.
“I’m okay, Matthias!”I call after him to put his mind at ease.“Totally fine!Come back!”
When he doesn’t answer, I roll out of bed and get up to follow.Foolish man.He’s ruining the moment by treating me like I’m breakable.
I’m going to tell him that.
I find him in the kitchen, with his doctor’s kit dumped on the counter.He’s jabbed a syringe with a dark fluid into his arm.A tight band of rubber constricts the blood vessels on his arm to make them stand out.
“Matthias?”I stare in shock.
I’m instantly sick.Memories of watching my parents shoot up in my early childhood flood my brain.I feel dizzy.
His expression wears dismay.
He’s an addict?
Like my parents?What is this?Oh God, did he somehow know about my trust fund?Does he need the money for drugs?Or a gambling addiction?I think back to the past few days.The diamond jewelry.The “friend’s” mansion.The box seats and Cirque.What kind of small town doctor has friends like that?
I watch as his elongated teeth recede.The electric blue fades from his warm brown eyes.
“Maisy, I’m sorry, I’m under control now.”
“Wh-what are you doing?”My voice must hold a mountain of disgust because I watch understanding dawn in his expression.His forehead wrinkles, his eyes appear regretful.“Oh sweetheart.This looks bad to you, doesn’t it?”
I can’t speak.Can’t move.I’m rooted to the spot.
“It’s just medicine to control my bear.It’s to keep me from claiming you.”
Ice sluices through my veins.I don’t know what he means, but I don’t like it.
I don’t like any of this.
“What?”
“You’re my mate, Maisy.I have to take Moon Cure to keep from claiming you.”
ChapterTwenty
Matthias
Fuck.
I couldn’t have fucked this any more.
I almost lost control and marked Maisy back there.And now she’s seen me injecting myself with Moon Cure.
It must’ve triggered her childhood trauma because my lovely mate looks like she wants to run as fast and far as she can away from me.
She stumbles back, and I dive forward to steady her.
“Don’t,” she snaps, shaking my hands off her forearms.Her face is pale.“Let go.I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like it.”
“I can understand that, Maisy.I totally can.I’m sure with your parents–”
