She sat on the bed, panicking silently.
The youth was near panicking again.
She was comfortable in bed with him – yet silently panicking as well.
She was panicking; he saw it in her features, before she faced them.
She was panicking, recalling the horrors of the hours at Sasha's hands.
He.d never felt like panicking in his life but in that moment, he almost did.
She had no idea how to be a single mother in the real world, let alone in a world as unforgiving as the Immortal one. She'd proven she couldn't raise Toby without a bottle of vodka permanently glued to her hand. Rhyn had been exiled for his mixed origins, and she'd never been especially welcomed by anyone but Gabe and Toby. If something happened to Rhyn or if she couldn't leave here … Panicking made her already surging hormones worse. She felt nauseous.
She felt like panicking and running to her room and never leaving!