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I wanted to go to the antique store Brull had told us about right away, but Killian insisted I was weak and dizzy and I needed rest. More rest. Because apparently, sleeping for three hours that afternoon hadn’t been enough.
Despite my protests, Killian took me back to our hotel room, and I have to confess, I barely remember any of it. At one point, he had to pick me up and carry me to our suite in his arms. I think he put me in bed, took off my boots, covered me with the blanket, and then everything went dark.
So dark, so tight, the air heavy, the walls too close. A hand clutched at my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. I spun around, trying to find an opening, a knob, something that let me open this space. My arms and legs shook hard, making it harder to move. The hand squeezed harder an
