Chapter 74
Katrina forced herself to walk further into the kitchen, coming in a stop next to him. She first looked at his profile, frowning when she saw how anterly exhausted he clearly was. The dark circles that had progressively been getting worse throughout the week, were now a terrible, deep purple beneath his eyes. She could make them out perfectly, even with the glasses that sat on his face.
His brow was furrowed, his eyes trained on his hands, and a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, though his penthouse was cold if anything. She shifted her attention to his hands too, and she gasped. water
"Kylan! Kylan, what are you doing?" Tears immediately sprang to her eyes, and she moved to turn off the scalding hot wa
His hands... His hands were red and raw. So raw, she worried he had actually managed to break through the barrier of his skin. He was scrubbing them incessantly with a brush and she wondered just how long he had been standing at this sink.
As soon as the water was off, Kylan fixed his eyes on her and glared. "I wasn't fushed." His voice was low, hoarse, and his words were slurred together.
He was drunk. Very drunk. Hicheeks
es were flushed almost as red as his hands, and she frowned at him. "Kylan, what are you doing? Come with me. She gently coaxed him away from the sink, taking hold of either of his forearms and attempting to steer him away:
"Isaid I wasn't done" He pulled his arms away from her and turned on the water once more, resuming his scrubbing. "I have to get it off. Can't you.. Can't you see it? There's. So much blood, I have to be clean. I have to get it off." He was frantic, his chest heaving and his hands trembling terribly
"kylan, there's nothing on your hands. Kylan, please look at me" She maneuvered around him to turn off the water again and he whirled to face her This time.
Yes, there is There is blood on my hands! There's their blood. I can't get it off. I can't." His hands were terrible. They hard to be aching, screaming in agony, though he didn't seem to notice or care in his currem Mate.
Kylan Calm down, okay? Let's. Let's go clean you up. Let's talk about this." She took a step toward him, speaking carefully in hopes of sedating him even a small amount.
"Katrina?" He was surprised, his eyebrows raising as he looked at her like he was just now realizing who was in his kitchen.
And then he was on her, cupping her face in his hands, holding her close to him. She winced, the smell of whiskey and cigars pungent on his tongue. "Kylan, let's go clean you up, okay? Let's get some water in you." Her hands gripped his shoulders, not wanting to grab at his raw hands,
"Katrina, you. You're here. You're okay. You're not. You're not dead" Kylan pressed his forehead to hers and then his face sank into the side of her neck. She could feel him inhale a deep breath. "God, you smell so good. So real, he mumbled into her skin.
Why did he keeps saying things like that? What was going on in his head? Why did he think she had been dead? Whose blood had he been referring
"Kylan listen to me, okay? You're drunk and you're injured. I need you to listen to me and let me take y she pulled his face away from her neck.
you to your bathroom" Gently, but firmly,
No. I need to clean. I need to clean" He let go of her and began flitting around his kitchen, picking up stray bits of garbage as he went. "I need to clean, I need to. I need to
She stared at him. She watched him. He was broken and it was terrifying. She had never seen him like this. Not like this. Not so out of control, so hurt that she could practically feel the anxiety rolling off him in waves of unmasked agony and grief This was more than she was capable of handling alone. She knew she needed help. "Kylan, T'm going to make a phone call." She let him know, though he didn't look at her or acknowledge that she spoke at all
She stepped out into the hallway, pulling her phone out of her pocket and noticing how much her hands were truly shaking. She took a deep breath and fumbled through her contact list, stopping at the number she needed and calling it vosor was instantaneous. "Ryan, Sir, I'm sorry to call you on a holiday" Her voice was shaking far worse
The relief she felt at the sound of her CFO's voor was instanta than even her lands.
"Katrina? Is everything alright!"
He's
She forced out a bitter laugh and shook her head. "No, no Fm afraid no. It is Kylan, Sir. He's Well he called me while drunk. He's scrubbed his hands raw, and he keeps talking about l-blood on las hands and telling me I her eyes and trying to hold herself together. To not cry.
(die Her voice broke at the end, and she bat her lower lip, closing
Is he at all lucid? Does he know who you are! I'm on my way I'll be there in about thirty minutes. Will you be okay until then? Is he a danger to
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"No, no he's not dangerous, except maybe to himself. I'll be okay. I'm
hand, squaring her shoulders and clearing her throat. "Thank you,ng to try and take care of his hands? She wiped her eyes with her free
I'm so sorry to call you today."
"There is nothing to apologize for. Kylan himself was instructed to call me, should he get this way. Today is a very triggering day for him. I'll be there soon. Be safe, Katrina
She hung up the phone and carefully walked back into the kitchen. Her eyes widened when she realized Kylan was nowhere in sight.
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