Would they expect that of her? Theodore? Kilian? Oscar? Cian … oh god, Cian will never survive. Elijah? Gabriel? Niko? Mik— Oh god. Kalen was too big. He would destroy her. “This may not be the best time …” Kilian hesitated, a wince in his voice. “But we can more than feel what you’re feeling right now.” “W-what do you m-mean?” She was hunched over, her hands on her knees, about to have a full-blown panic attack. “We can hear your thoughts, Illy.” Theodore was by her side, a hand on her back, rubbing back and forth in a light skitter of strong fingers. Fuck. FUCK.
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