#Chapter 71- Icy Hands of Panic

Fiona He knocks again, for the third time, but all I can do is stare at the door. The only thing separating me and him is this slab of wood. “Fiona, could you open the door?” I rub at my burning eyes but don’t move. I didn’t sleep. Not a wink all night. I tossed and turned, Ethan’s words and the events of the day playing over and over in my mind. Lycan. Alpha. Werewolf. Soulmates. Honestly, even if I wanted to sleep, which I didn’t, I probably would’ve had nightmares all night. “I need to know you’re okay,” Ethan says through the door. His voice is warm, like a blanket that just came out of the dryer. I want nothing more than to wrap myself up in it, but I can’t make myself open the door. My fingers sit on the knob, frozen from fear. “Fiona.” The slight crack to his voice brings tears to my eyes. I had trusted him, given him so much of myself. For what? He lied about who- or what- he is and nearly got me killed. Last night wasn’t just a nightmare. I was