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But he continues, with a tone of wonder in his voice, like he didn’t hear a word of what I just said, “And putting the guardsunder her command? That was incredibly bold, even for her. And she managed to pull it off. I’m impressed.”

I take a quick glance at Henry. He really does like her, doesn’t he? He’s also pretty powerful, and any Omega would be beyond lucky to have him.

“If you are that impressed, maybe you should take her yourself. Perhaps that would make her less angry.”

Henry stops and narrows his eyes at me. When I show no signs of laughing, he slaps my shoulder. “You’re an asshole, Ares.”

Chapter Twelve

Cassie

I struggle to sit up as Jeremiah parks his car in front of the Kaye estate. He sees me struggling in the rearview mirror.

“Don’t. I’ll come get you,” he says gently.

The look in his eyes begs for my compliance. I am impatient to get inside. But I back down and wait for him.

I cannot wait to see my Mom. I want to look her in the eyes and ask her the one question that has been bugging me.

Is it true?

I want her to tell me it was a mistake. To tell me they got it wrong. I need her to say something that will not make her the villain.

Because there is no way my mom could have been giving me pills that were making me sick. There is no way.

Ever since Jeremiah and Eric confirmed what Leila told me, my mind has been caught between disbelief and anger—disbelief that she could have done it and anger that she did.

As I get closer to home, my anger slowly slinks back, giving way to disbelief.

Jeremiah climbs out of the car and then comes over to open the door of the backseat to get me. Something about the way he doesit makes me blush. Why is he suddenly treating me like we’re in a Disney movie?

Eric smiles at me through the rearview mirror. “Let him recuse you, princess,” he teases me as if he has read my thoughts.

I roll my eyes at him. I know he’s trying to ease the tension.

Jeremiah opens the door and a fresh breeze from outside rushes into the car, and chills my bare feet. I had taken off my shoes so I could lie down in the back seat. He notices my bare feet and rubs them before helping me put my shoes on.

His touch is electrical, immediately sending warmth through my body. He swoops me out with ease, holding me tight to his body as my hands go around his neck. He shuts the door behind us, passes through the gate, and begins the walk down to my house.

Jeremiah has been acting differently since he got to the hospital. He has been more protective of me to the point of being paranoid. In the hospital, he was all over me, getting me water, feeling for my temperature, and keeping me warm. As we walked to his car from the hospital building, he kept watching his back and our surroundings like he expected someone to slip out from a hidden place and jump us. As we walk to the house, he does the same thing.

I had asked him earlier if everything was okay. His reply was a nod and a smile. So, I kept quiet.

As I hug his firm frame, I sense his heart beating faster than it should. His breathing is deep and focused. Concerned, I try to look at his face, but I can only see his neck. His veins are bulging like he is straining himself.

Is he in pain?

I rub his chest to get his attention. It is something I have never done to him. But I do it with ease, without second-guessing. He growls at my touch and looks down at me. His eyes looked fired up.

“Yes?” he says to me. His voice is so soothing I want him to keep speaking.

Instead, I softly ask, “Are you okay, Jeremiah? What’s wrong?”

He chuckles, and I feel it reverberating through me.

“You are leaking pheromones darling,” he says.

“What?” I can’t make sense of that.

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