~Yu Jin~
I couldn't breathe right. My chest felt like someone had parked a truck on it. This man, this stranger who looked like someone took my face, aged it twenty-five years, and gave it sharper edges was standing ten feet away, hands in his coat pockets, staring at me.
"Hey, kid," he said again, softer this time. "Sorry I'm late."
Late. Like he'd missed dinner, not my entire fucking life.
I tried to push off Min, but my arms were jelly and the IV was still tugging at my skin. Min tightened his hold around my waist, steadying me, his breath warm against my temple. "Yu Jin, easy. You're still half sedated."
Yeah, no shit. My head was swimming, pheromones leaking out of me like a broken faucet, thick and hot and making everyone around us shift uncomfortably. Fan Xiao had the window cracked and was practically hanging his head out like a dog. Lee Know had gone dead quiet for once, which was scarier than gunfire.
And then Anning made this sound
