Kristen
I felt like I was having a sensory-overload meltdown. My brain was being pelted with too much information and stimuli at once, and it was just shutting down. I was feeling dizzy again, and a little bit nauseous, and I really just wanted to lay down. I didn’t want to be the weakling human that Garrick had accused me of being, but damn, I was overwhelmed.
Ezra carried me back through the maze of the house and up the stairs to his room, and settled me in the center of his massive bed. I was ever so relieved to roll onto my side and rest my head on the mound of soft pillows. I took several deep, calming breaths before I found the courage to repeat the question that everyone seemed to be asking.
“Ezra? What’s going on? Who is Neal?”
He stretched his long body out on the bed beside
