Leilani.
As Darius continued to lead me away, my heart raced so much, I feared I would die from shock. Or maybe hypertension or from hyperventilating!
One of those.
But for some strange reason, I didn't die.
Instead, I continued to pant like a dog in a race as I tried desperately to fight against whatever he was doing to me… but I kept failing and trying… and failing again.
"Stop, Leilani! Do you have a kink for pain?" His voice snapped into my head, pulling me out of the dreary thoughts I was having and I frowned when I noticed the weary look on his face.
He suddenly stopped walking and came to stand beside me, and before I could question him to know what he was trying to do, he leaned close and wiped at something under my nose, his forehead creasing into a frown as he whispered under his breath;
"Stop fighting it, Lani. Now, you're having a nosebleed."
