“I’m not panicking,” I said calmly. “But also, my pants are soaked, my back hurts, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure that wasn’t just a false alarm.”
He was already pulling his hair out of his head, pacing the room like a wolf locked in a glass cage. “I’ll mindlink the hospital. And Hunter. Wait—do I pack the bag or did you already—?”
“Killian.”
He spun toward me.
“Take a breath.”
He took one. It sounded suspiciously like a wheeze.
“Bag’s by the door,” I said. “We are ready. I just need help changing into dry clothes so I don’t ride to the hospital looking like I lost a water balloon fight.”
He blinked, then nodded sharply. “Right. Clothes. Got it.”
He helped me up—carefully, slowly, with his hands on my arms like I was made of glass—and led me to our bedroom. While I changed into d
