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his eyes closed once more and he just lay there, still as death. “Shit.”
    Glancing at the knife in her hand, she shuddered at the thought of what she was going to have to do.
    She may have caused this but she hadn’t meant to and no matter how much he annoyed her at times she didn’t want him dead.
    Placing the blade against her wrist, she looked straight ahead and ran the blade against her skin. Her breath hissed in through her teeth as she tried to keep her pain quiet and get on with it. Wrist throbbing, she pressed it against Sebastian's slightly parted lips and glanced away as she saw a trickle of blood leaking out of the corner of his mouth.
    A jolt went through Charlotte when she felt suction at her wrist and she cast a quick glance in his direction. His hands fastened on her wrist and she had to fight the urge to pull away from his vice-like grip. There was a pinch and then she started to feel nice and a buzz went through her. It didn’t hurt any more and she looked at him in wonder.
    Sebastian's ice blue eyes glanced across at her after several seconds and his grip tightened. She gasped from the pain and wobbled where she knelt. Her head was feeling fuzzy and her  eyelids were drooping. She was so tired. Eyelids flickering closed, she felt herself slump to the side and couldn’t bring herself out of her stupor to stop her fall.
    Hands caught her gently and she felt weightless.
    With a small smile on her lips, she slipped into sleep.
     

Chapter Four
     
    When Charlotte awoke the next morning she had a headache. A pounding like she'd never felt before and it hurt.
    Letting out a soft groan, she rolled over and bumped into something hard and rolled back over. Nestling her face into her cushion, it took her a few long seconds to realise she wasn’t alone in her bed and then she sat upright, pushing the covers aside. She teetered to one side and put out a hand to stop herself from hitting the mattress and stared wide eyed at a semi-naked Sebastian laid watching her.
    “ Morning.”
    Her mouth dropped open at his casualness and then snapped shut again. “What are you doing in my bed?”
    Brows raising over his sapphire blue eyes, he asked, “What do you remember from last night?”
    Last night? “The mission; we killed the rogue werewolves and retrieved two woman from the warehouse before they could come to harm.”
    “What happened after that?”
    Charlotte's brows drew together as she thought back to the previous night and what had happened after the mission. “We were in the gym. I was on the treadmill, you were destroying the heavy bag,” she said, lips quirking. “Then you wanted us to spar...oh God,” suddenly she remembered everything. Scrambling across the mattress she touched his neck in the exact spot where she'd stabbed him with the blade, but there was only smooth skin. “You're okay,” she whispered.
    Sebastian's fingers covered hers, “Thanks to you.”
    An unladylike snort left her lips and she absently stroked his lukewarm skin, “It was the least I could do after causing the wound in the first place.”
    “Want to tell me what it was all about?” He asked softly.
    Thoughts of last night and the reasons behind it made her uncomfortable and Charlotte shook her head before moving back to her own side of the bed and flopping onto her back. She closed her eyes, hoping he'd get the message and leave. It was her day off and she wanted to sleep this headache off and hopefully create a few pints of blood while she was at it. Feeling helpless was not something she liked or wanted to become accustomed to and blood donation was not something she was going to volunteer for often, if ever again.
    “Charlie?”
    Groaning a protest, she reached down for the covers and pulled them over her head. The duvet was quickly whipped back off her body and she rolled over to glare daggers at him. “Don't you have something better to do than bug me?”
    His dark blue eyes met hers, “I am running a little