Page 17 of The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart

As my view keeps swimming, Graham slowly retreats, very slowly. He backs up into a corner. The walls and ceiling bend at impossible angles. Sounds hit my ears that I've never heard before.

My vision blurs as darkness beckons closer. It forms like a cloud underneath me, thick enough to lift me off the floor. I'm being carried over to the sofa.

The thought startles me. A sudden jolt of adrenaline travels through my body.

I react. I react to the sensation I know to be my body, and the second I do, I come to my senses.

And then I see him.

Graham in his wolf form is in the corner.

And I see the darkness underneath me.

It's real. It's thick and hard to touch.

A cloud...of energy, I realize.

So, now we have flying darkness in the picture, I summarize my thoughts while still clutching the sofa's armrest for dear life. It's better than fainting, I suppose.

The shadow under me lets go, and I sit down. With my head held between my knees, I close my eyes and take slow breaths, pretending that I'm focusing.

Moments later, I'm pretty sure Graham has shifted back, but I don't check.

I take a deep breath to brace myself.

And then I run.

I run out of the office.

I choose the stairs instead of the elevator.

I jump two, three at a time.

I don’t know how long it takes but it’s a good thing I’m not wearing heels. The adrenaline keeps me going. It helps me push through the exhaustion.

I run, and run, and run.

I don't stop running until I get into a cab.

My heart doesn't stop thundering until I'm home.

And even then, I don't stop thinking about the man in the office.

Of the look in Graham's eyes.

Of the inexplicable power that seeped from his pores.

Despite knowing better, I lock myself in the bathroom. Not bothering to take my jacket off, I climb into the empty tub. It gives me a sense of safety that the rest of my apartment lacks. I'm not an idiot. I know the porcelain won't shield me from any harm, but comfort is the key here.

It allows me to wrap my brain around everything I've experienced.

The reality of the situation hits me like a tidal wave.

Until now, there were many uncertainties. Now, there's only one question.

How the fuck did I manage to get myself in trouble this time?

CHAPTER 5

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