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I was cocooned in his warmth.

I started to pull away.

“Just go to sleep, Aran.” John’s voice cracked. “Please.” He hugged me.

The desperation in his voice made me pause.

“Okay,” I whispered and closed my eyes. The pressure on my chest lightened as John’s heart beat steadily against my back.

As sleep pulled me under, John whispered, “Please forgive me.”

I was too tired to ask what he meant.

In the future, I’d wish I had stayed awake to question him. I’d really wish I hadn’t passed out.

But I did.

Chapter 27

Aran

REVELATIONS

Metamorphosis—Day 36, hour 11

“You’re in my bed,” John said.

I grunted and rubbed morning grit from my eyes, confused why he was pointing out the obvious.

Humans really weren’t the brightest.

My ears were still sensitive, but the ringing sensation was mostly gone.

I cracked my neck back and forth as I stretched and took stock of my injuries.

On a pain scale of one to ten, I was at a nine, which was an improvement because when my back was cracking, I’d been at a one thousand.

We loved personal growth.

It took my tired brain a second to process that John was looming over the bed like a dark, angry god. His dimples were gone, and a menacing energy surrounded him.

Long moments of silence stretched as he glared down at me.

It hit me.

Mr. Hyde is back.

I’d been wondering when John would make his personality switch, and it looked like it had finally happened.

“Aran?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

They were the same dark eyes that had stared down at me as I’d sat on his lap with him throbbing inside me.

I squeezed my legs together. I still ached from where he’d taken me.

A wave of self-consciousness, confusion, and regret hit me like a brick, and I pulled the pillow over my head. “Yes, John?”

Silence.

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