Chapter 17
The queasiness in Blake’s stomach was intensified by about a thousand because of nerves. He didn’t remember much about coming back to life this time, which was different from anything he’d experienced before—only vague impressions of it being wrong, flashes of King’s surprised face, and Derek’s worried shouts. He’d tried to open his mouth to let Derek know he was okay, but all he felt was the sensation of drowning—in his own blood.
Once he woke and Derek checked him over to make sure his vitals were back within normal range, he’d snuggled up against Derek’s broad chest and sipped his water while Derek recounted the tale. Blake felt the fear and worry clawing at his gut as Derek spoke, almost as though he were experiencing Derek’s emotions. But that wasn’t possible. Blake wasn’
