The Light in Us

27. Fallon

27

Fallon

I can’t stop shaking.

I didn’t even last an hour. One hour.

Teddy keeps his arm around me as he leads me up to his office. The people who head in our direction get one look at the pair of us and spin around.

I’m leaking. My perfume is blasting, veering wildly from floral to deep, deep musk as I fight to get myself under control.

Teddy doesn’t let go. His voice is a low, reassuring murmur as we stumble out of the elevator.

And I smack into a broad chest, the scent of books slamming into me.

I almost double over from the yank that comes directly from… me. Pushing me to step closer, to burrow into Fox, where it’s safe.

What the hell?

“Fallon?” Fox has his hands on my arms, but I rip myself away from him, nearly falling in my haste to back away before I do something stupid. “What’s happened? What is it?”

His eyes are wild, his hair sticking up as he pulls Teddy closer, his hand cupping his face as he reaches for me again. “Are you hurt ? Either of you?”

The low, rough sound of his voice only makes it worse. Shaking my head, I back away from him and spin, darting into Teddy’s office.

I’m panting, my eyes blurry from tears as I nearly slip on the paper littering the floor.

“Fallon.” Fox follows me, Teddy murmuring as he stops me from falling. “Please. I don’t know what’s wrong .”

He sounds… almost desperate.

I can’t look at him. My whole body flushes with humiliation and need as I back away until my back hits the wall and I slide down, throwing my arms around my knees and curling myself as small as I can.

Trying to hide from his scent, when all I want to do is bury myself inside it.

The room goes quiet.

“Fallon,” Teddy whispers. And it sounds – it sounds like he’s crying.

Or I’m crying. Maybe both of us.

You’re useless.

You idiot.

You thought you could do this.

But all you’re doing is fucking things up for a pack who don’t deserve it.

I need to go. To get away from them, before I cause any more of a scene.

But I can’t move.