“Trey!” Chace’s voice cuts through. “She’s in the bedroom. That’s enough. Go.”
Seraphina.
Everything in me snaps toward the hallway.
My legs hesitate—then move.
The bedroom.
She’s there.
I reach the door, hand shaking as I ease it open.
Please be the right room.
I stop.
She’s there.
Curled beneath the covers, hair spread across the pillow.
For a second, I forget how to breathe.
My strength drains out of me all at once.
Klause and Artemis rush me, tails wagging, soft whines breaking from their chests as they press against me.
I crouch, fingers tangling in their fur.
“Easy,” I murmur. “Shh.”
They settle.
I rise slowly, moving toward the bed.
I reach for her—
Then stop.
Blood.
Not hers.
Mine.
I pull back, turning for the bathroom. I scrub my hands clean, watching red spiral down the drain.
Get it together, motherfucker.
When I come back, I move slower.
My knuckles brush her cheek.
She sighs in her sleep.
God, baby.
I strip down quickly, ignoring the pain, then slide into the bed beside her.
