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She doesn’t know how big of a dick I have yet.

I’m going to die and she doesn’t even know.

This is the worst.

CHAPTER 23

CELINE

Ijolt out of a deep sleep with a yelp of terror as a loud crash invades my dreams.

Midnight, who sleeps beside me at the edge of the mattress, gives an answering yowl. My heart races from the unexpected awakening and immediately I scan the room for intruders.

To be safe I grab my gun from the holder on the side table and quietly slide out of bed. Shoving my arms in my sweatshirt I cover my braless form and slip my phone into my pocket in case I need to make a call for backup. Gun trained in front of me, I start my patrol of the bedroom, bathroom, and closet.

Nothing jumps out at me, but I don’t let my guard down. Has the man that broke into my apartment come back to finish the job?

Wait.

Zavier.

He’s the first line of defense sleeping out on the couch and if there truly was an aggressor he’d be attacked first. Is that what the loud bang was? Shit.

Stealthily, I walk toward the door leading to the main living space and take a deep breath to center myself. The man has doneso much for me I need to help him if he’s being murdered out there. God, I hope that’s not what’s happening.

Yanking on the door I hold the gun in front of me. No sounds emit from anywhere but that doesn’t mean anything. They could be hiding and waiting to make their next move. I shut the door behind me, so Midnight isn’t stuck in any crossfire and crouch behind a fake plant in the corner. Nothing occurs with my appearance, so I stand slowly and walk around the living room, checking behind the curtains and couch.

A low groan comes from the front area of the space, and I hold my gun back up in preparation of an attack. Nobody pops out and the kitchen seems to be clear. Another small thud against the front door followed by a mutter calls me that way.

I peek through the peep hole but don’t see anyone standing there. From what I can tell there’s nobody on either side of the door.

“Celine.” It’s spoken so softly I almost don’t catch it. “Celine.” In a voice sounding suspiciously like Zav’s, I glance down, not having thought of the floor right in front of the door, and see him sprawled out like a broken doll.

“Zavier!” His name rips out of me, a cross between a gasp and a scream.

As carefully as I can, I open the door since he’s leaning partially against it. Despite my best efforts, his head flops fully onto the ground with a sound that has me cringing. Hopefully he didn’t get a concussion on top of whatever else has happened to him.

His breath leaves him in heavy pants, and he barely moves when I squat down next to him.

“What happened?” I squeak getting a better look at the mess that is the man in front of me.

“Blood,” he murmurs. “I need blood.”

Blindly he grabs at the air trying to find me and I grasp his waiting palm. It doesn’t seem like he can move much in his current state, so I do my best to hoist under his armpits and drag him into the apartment. The crimson trail he leaves on the floor will be interesting to get out of the hall carpet and flooring.

His small moans of pain hurt my heart, but there’s not much I can do.

“You need what?” I couldn’t have heard him right. He’s in a half delusional state.

“Blood.” This time his answer is a small, strained breath.

Awful skid sounds ring out as I continue to drag him further into the apartment. His chest seems to be giving him the most pain, so I gently flip him over to survey the damage.

“Zavier. Oh my God.” I cover my mouth with both hands at the sight before me. Skin lays torn and disfigured across his lower abdomen. Bits of his shirt that remain stick to the cuts and barely hang onto his lean frame.

Blood steadily pumps out of the slices, and I can’t figure out what could’ve done this. They look like claw marks, but the size and shape make it seem like it was a large animal. How he made it all the way up here I have no idea. I hover my hand above the gaping wound not quite knowing what to do to help.

“I need to call 911. We need an ambulance and a hospital.” Gulping in air while my thoughts run frantically through what I need to do, I’m halted when Zav weakly grabs my wrist.

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