Ella
My nightmares were worse than ever before the night after my second session with Leon, and I wake thrashing in my nest, with Philippe hovering above me, shaking me vigorously. I shriek and recoil, and he backs away from me with his hands outstretched in apology. “It’s okay, I’m sorry.” He breathes, “I didn’t know how else to wake you.”
I gulp in a few gasps of air, trying to calm my racing heart. Rafe sends flashes of concern through our bond, and I immediately grab my phone, turning on the recording of Sinclair’s purrs.
“This is getting out of hand, Ella.” Philippe scolds, still standing over the bed.
“I’ve got it under control.” I insist.
“You don’t.” He cuts, “and I can’t, in good conscience, let this continue.”
“You’re my personal guard, Philippe.” I remind him in the s
