Who Is He?

I couldn't breathe. My heart thundered against my ribcage, pumping blood that turned into raw flames, burning my insides. The constant, single, high-pitched note filled my ears, piercing my brain like a wild scream, one able to tear every nerve apart. Panic.

It rose inside me and now scratched the surface, but I had to stop this attack. It was the worst time and place to show my weakness. Aiden's fingers formed a tighter grip on my waist. "Charlie, are you all right?" he asked softly.

I clenched my fists and forced air into my lungs. I couldn't allow myself to have a breakdown in front of a potential enemy. I glanced at Landon and saw an almost impeccable mask of concern plastered on his face. What kind of freaking game was he playing?

I sucked in another breath and held it until the scorching flames inside me faded. "I'm OK," I said, stretching my lips into a faint smile. "It must be jetlag."

Landon chuckled. "Yeah, jetlag can be a real bitch."

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