Page 156 of Poison Aches

“Cousin,” the Italian guy speaks, also right behind Emmett.

Cousin?Who the hell is he calling cousin?

My eyes almost bulge out of my sockets when I notice who the Italian dude is addressing, still clutching my chest, struggling to breathe.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here,” Italian dude continues.

“I never expect you to actuallythink,” Emmett says coldly, then he gently deposits me on a warm leather seat in a car.

“She’s having a panic attack,” the Italian guy says calmly, but tightly.

“Is she?” Emmett counters impassively.

One moment I was standing beside the Italian dude and the next, Emmett has me in his car, and is now rummaging in my purse.

“You know this girl?” Governor Hughes asks, in shock, but Emmett only looks at me.

“Where is it?” he demands.

“What?” I croak above the buzz in my ear.

Emmett stares at me like he’s fresh out of patience and is not in the mood to deal with someone dumb like me.

I watch as he presses a button and then a perfectly hidden compartment softly opens.

He reaches in, pulls something out, and then he quickly starts shaking it.

Only when he opens it does my entire body freeze in the seat.

“How…”

I don’t have time to even ask when Emmett gets close to me, crowding my space, and brings the one thing I never thought he knew I needed, into my line of sight.

An inhaler.

“Open up.”

I can’t help but hold his gaze. How did he know?

When did he even find out that I’m asthmatic?

And how did he know that I was having an asthma attack?

Angel!” he snaps.

My lips immediately part open and I hungrily pull the inhaler into my mouth.

Weakly, I reach up to pump it for myself but Emmett doesn’t let go.

Instead, with his cold, angry eyes still holding mine captive, he pumps the inhaler for me.

Once.

Then after a few seconds, the second pump.

“Deep breaths,” he mutters silently.

Chills and goosebumps form on my arms when he says that.

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