AZREN
The moment her knees buckle, I catch her on instinct. Her weight drops into my arms, and I lower her to the floor as gently as I can, her body cradled between my thighs. The kitchen tiles are cold against my bare skin, but I barely feel it. All I feel is her. She's shaking and gasping, her chest heaving like she's drowning. Realization hits right away.
My angel is having a panic attack.
Was it me? Did I do this? Those are the first set of thoughts that flood my mind.
Seeing her struggle to breathe is worse than any possession I've ever endured. I suddenly can't breathe either, my chest compressing painfully.
"Noelle. Baby, look at me," I croak, my hands trembling.
She claws at her throat like she's trying to rip something out. Small, frantic sounds slip out of her. She's chokin
