Heat 2

Her head snapped up. It was Kieran

His eyes, usually unreadable, were sharp with concern now as he scanned her flushed face and trembling hands. She could barely breathe, every inhale was thick with the scent of her own heat bleeding through the air like a siren's call.

"I—I can handle it," she whispered, even as her knees wobbled beneath her.

"No, you can't," Kieran said flatly, already leading her away from the gathering stares. "Your suppressant failed. You're going to have to ..." He stopped

She wanted to argue. She wanted to stand her ground and tell him she didn't need saving.

But her body betrayed her. Another wave of heat slammed into her like a punch to the gut, and she clung to his arm.

"Just breathe," he muttered, pulling her through the side hallway like he'd done it a hundred times. "I've got you."