Page 141 of Devoted

“Why not?”

“Because they’ll think it’s weird.”

Zeke’s eyes softened. “Baby, we’re supes, and you’re my mate who almost died. Trust me, they’d think it was stranger if I let you walk in under your own steam.”

The door swung open, revealing Rami grinning at us with a sparkle in his eyes. “We absolutely would. Trust me, when I find my mate, I’m not letting him walk anywhere.”

Oh god.“You heard all of that?”

Above me, Zeke winced. “I should’ve mentioned about our hearing. My bad.”

“Guess that explains the shower,” I muttered under my breath.

“Oh, I will be having words with the twins about that,” Micah said darkly. He was sat clear on the other side of the room, but also seemed to have no issue hearing me. “They never should’ve brought that up, let alone teased either of you about it.”

“It’s fine,” I said, the tips of my ears burning. “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“You’re not the one causing trouble,” Zeke said, sitting on a loveseat with a clear view of the door. He moved me so I was half sitting on his lap, half on the chair. Both my legs were draped over his, my arm over his shoulder. I was going to question why, but then I realised.

Just as I needed to see the door, Zeke needed to see me. By putting me beside him, he could hold me yet still see my face.

Fuck. I loved this man.

Angel.

Zeke.

It didn’t matter who or what he was. None of that changed that one undeniable fact.

I loved him.

“Ezekiel’s right,” Micah said, bracing an ankle on his knee. “The twins are to blame here. Their behaviour is growing out of control. I suggest we discuss?—”

Zeke held up a hand and Micah immediately fell silent. “As much as I’d like to giveallmy opinions on the types of discipline the twins could benefit from, we need to get out of here as swiftlyas possible. Can that discussion be tabled until after I’ve spoken to Ferry?”

“Of course.” Micah settled back in his chair, offering me a small smile. “Forgive me, Sam. I should’ve realised you might need some space.”

“I’m fine,” I said, my face burning.

Zeke snorted, but thankfully didn’t call me on my bullshit. Instead, he turned his attention to Ferry, the one who looked like he should have been lounging topless on a Greek island. “Ferry, thank you again. Thank you for saving Sam.”

“About that,” Rami said abruptly, sitting forwards and bracing his arms on his knees. “How did you do it? I’ve never come across something physical that I couldn’t heal before.”

My brows shot up. Rami had healing powers?

“It was because what Sam was experiencing wasn’t physical,” Ferry explained. “The compulsion was a mental imbalance that caused a physical reaction.”

Rami blew out a breath, looking helpless as his eyes met mine. “That’s why I couldn’t help. Just like with your panic attack, because the root cause was mental, there was nothing I could do to alleviate your physical symptoms.”

My mind flitted back to yesterday—my god, was it really only one day ago?—to how Rami had touched me. “You tried to help me with your powers?”

“Of course.” Rami reached over as if he was about to pat my knee, but at Zeke’s growl, he withdrew with a chuckle. “None of us want to see you suffer, Sam. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

Should I have been upset about Rami using his powers on me without my knowledge? My brain said ‘yes,’ but just like with Benji, I wasn’t mad.

No, I was grateful. Each of them, in their own way, had seen me struggling and tried to help.

I’d thought I’d won the lottery with Zeke, but I was starting to realise how truly special this group was.

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