Helanie:
"What? Who do you need to feed blood to?" I watched him look around and frown in confusion. His behavior was concerning.
"My brother—he is, um, special. He needs blood to stop himself from attacking people... to stop him from going into the—population," he was speaking incoherently, completely unlike how he had acted back at the motel room.
This time, he seemed completely lost.
"He needs me," Emmet suddenly tried to get up, but I pushed him back, making him sit down. I had to cup his face in my tiny hands and make him look me in the eye.
"You need to focus on your own health. You’re all messed up right now. I don’t think it’s safe for you to go back into the woods," I refused to let him go.
He suddenly froze when he felt my hands on his cheeks. The way his eyes lingered on my face sent shivers down my spine.
"Emmet, are you listening to me?" I asked, and he nodded timidly. For a man as big as him, he seemed almost... delicate when he wasn’t in his usual powerful state.
I kept staring at his face before something itchy in my heart, and my focus shifted to his lips.
He wasn’t moving or doing anything, and even though he said he was listening to me, I could tell he wasn’t completely aware of his surroundings.
And that stopped me from being foolish and making a mistake.
I pulled back and closed my eyes for a moment, thinking how stupid I was for almost leaning in for a kiss. But I wouldn’t do it—not when he didn’t even remember where he was.
"Helanie?" His tone sounded more like shock—maybe disbelief. I raised my head and watched him touch the scarf around his neck.
"Oh, you woke up," I joked.
"What are you doing here? It’s a full moon’s night." He checked the sky, then quickly unwrapped the scarf to confirm something. The moment he saw he was bleeding, he sighed in relief.
That gave me my answer.
"Umm, something attacked me in the woods," he said, but I knew he was lying.
"Hmm, something very brotherly," I nodded, noticing the shocked look on his face.
"I’ve seen him transition in the woods once, so—" I said, getting up and sitting beside him. He turned to me quickly before his body language calmed down.
"Well, it’s you, so I know he’s safe." The fact that Emmet had so much faith in me—that I wouldn’t tell anyone about Maximus—made me feel warm inside.
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