NINETY-FOUR

*CAHIR*

My mouth was dry while we drove to the hospital with my mate sitting beside me. She said nothing, silent beside me. Many thoughts went through my head but none of them stayed long enough for me to hold on to.

“This is ridiculous,” I cussed in the silent car.

“What?” My mate’s gaze cut to me almost in an instant.

“Nothing.” The words slipped from my lips and when she frowned, I knew it wasn’t the right thing to say. “I’m nervous for no reason,” I blurted out, focusing on the road.

“Oh,” she muttered. “What can I do to help?” Her sweet voice made me smile.

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ll be fine.” I’d be fine if I could silence the voices in my head.

I’d never felt this way before and I couldn’t understand it. The voices in my head were urging me to react in a familiar way. To lash out at something, at someone, but I wouldn’t be Cahir Armani if I let the feral voices in my head control me.

As I strengthened my mental fortitude against my inner demons, I felt a daint