Greyson POV
Getting Tilly to Chase's room was...what was the right word for it? a fucking nightmare!
But she was burning up in my arms. Her skin was as hot as furnace. So hot that for a second, I thought of finding a river to toss her into.
And I would have but it wasn't the only problem.
Her breathing was very shallow like she couldn't catch her breath, no matter how much she tried.
Her fingers kept curling into my shirt, pulling me closer, like she was afraid I would disappear.
I wasn't afraid. No! I was terrified. Near mad with worry and our bond kept pressing and pressing and pressing so damn much.
It was practically impossible to breathe.
I held her tighter. I wanted to keep her.
I had to verbally remind myself that she wasn't mine to keep.
She was his.
My brother's.
I reminded myself all the reasons why he was the better choice for her.
Reminded myself I fucking gave her to him.
