Elliot POV
The edge of the sink dug into my palms, my hands shaking as cold water ran from the tap. The rushing sound was loud in the small space of the penthouse master bathroom. I looked down at the stream, my knuckles white against the porcelain.
Outside the frosted-glass door, the penthouse was quiet. Sebastian was there, he didn't move much or make a sound, but I could feel him. Since the suppressants had cleared my system, his presence felt like a physical weight against the walls. Now that weight was heavy with a dark, anxious tension that matched my own. He knew something was wrong. An Alpha always knew when his mate was scared.
I turned off the tap, the sudden silence making my ears ring.
My gaze drifted to the leather kit on the counter. It was a biometric biologica
