BRENT'S POV.
“Abnormally?!" The words parted my lips the way an axe used to part a log of wood in the forest.
“Where? How come?”
My voice echoed in the passageway, almost pulling the roof over our heads.
My once fully erected manhood bent back between my legs.
My ears perked up; half of my energy was lost through my skin pores.
“She desperately needs your attention,” the word erupted through the room from Joan.
“How come at this time of the night she is either calling you on your phone or coming to knock on your door…”
“If you want to have him, you are free,” she dropped the last words.
"I am not making up anything… Eli's condition is terrifying; I swear I have not seen him this way… I am sorry if I disrupted anything…”
Orlena turned and left hurriedly from my presence; I wa
