Page 48 of Wicked Games

Less than five minutes later, Killian’s breathing evens out, and it sounds like he’s fallen asleep.

I’m still half-hard, but I ignore my dick and roll onto my back so I can stare up at the intricate ceiling. I’m not about to risk getting caught jerking off if he’s bluffing.

Sighing, I pull the cover up under my chin and brace for another night of tossing and turning.

Panic flows through me like floodwaters crashing through a dam as I jerk awake. My throat is burning, and it takes a second to realize that the screaming I hear is coming from me.

“What the fuck?” Killian bellows from his side of the room.

“Sorry!” I gasp, tearing the covers from around me so I can sit up. “Sorry,” I repeat, dragging my fingers over the skin on my throat. There’s nothing there, but it feels like a scarf is wrapped around my neck and it’s squeezing tighter with every breath I manage to drag in.

“What happened?” Killian’s more alert, but definitely still pissed at being woken up.

“Nightmare,” I choke out and toss the covers right off me. I’m too hot, but the cool air does nothing to help soothe my heated skin.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I almost sound normal and not like my heart is thudding so hard in my chest it feels like I’m vibrating with each rapid pulse.

“Then shut the fuck up and go back to sleep,” he grumbles.

“Yeah. Okay. Sorry.” I lay back down.

Every one of my senses is on high alert, and it takes everything I have to stay still until Killian’s breathing evens out again.

As soon as I’m sure he’s asleep, I scramble out of bed and hurry over to my desk. Being as silent as possible, I pull my safe book off the shelf and root around until I find the right bottle.

Moving as fast as I dare, I shake two pills out and take them dry. Killian doesn’t stir once as I put the book away and climb back into bed.

Once I’m under the covers again, I close my eyes and start counting. They should start hitting in twenty minutes. I just need to hold on until they do.

13

KILLIAN

My eyes flyopen as something heavy lands on my bed.

“What the fuck?” I roll over and sit up, already reaching for the knife strapped to the side of my bedside table. It takes a second for my vision to adjust to the dark, but when it does, I freeze, my hand only inches from the handle of the knife.

Felix is sitting on the edge of my bed and looking down at me like I’m some sort of science experiment.

“Felix?” I ask stupidly. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he grabs the covers and pulls them back.

I’m too stunned to stop him as he slides into bed with me and tosses the covers back over us.

“Sorry, Teddy,” he mumbles and rolls into my side and cuddles up to me.

“Teddy?” I splutter as he puts his head on my shoulder and throws one arm over my stomach.

My first instinct is to toss him to the floor and lay into him for whatever prank he thinks he’s pulling, but something about the tone of his voice and the way he’s moving stops me.

Is he sleepwalking?

“Shhhhh,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep, Teddy.”

“Teddy?” I repeat.

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