*Benjamin*
Calvin sits straight up, gasping for air. It’s terrifying, and I look past him to Peter, who seems unconcerned.
“It’s happening,” he tells me, his voice more sympathetic than I’d ever thought possible for the monster he is. “We’re both here. We’ll keep you safe.”
“He’s been pushing his aura toward her,” he explains. “We think it helps.”
Watching my son like this is horrible. He looks terrified, and like he’s in pain as he takes deep breaths and clutches his chest. It lasts for quite some time, and I glance back at Peter. Surely, this can’t be normal. He’s been dealing with this for a year.
"I think it lasts while she’s being tortured," he says grimly. "There’s not a set amount of time, though this one is lasting longer than others have.”
He can feel his mate being
