Seraphine's POV
Watching Theodore's body writhe beneath my touch, I knew he was suffering. The guilt consumed me because these episodes only struck when I was near him. I pressed harder against his tense muscles, desperate to ease whatever torment gripped him.
"Aurennn!" His voice broke into a raw groan as his spine curved off the bed.
"God, what's happening?" I applied more pressure, my palms working frantically across his burning skin. Perspiration beaded across his torso as tremors wracked his frame. "Theodore!" His name tore from my throat as panic set in.
His fingers clamped around my thigh like a steel trap while his other hand seized my wrist in a punishing grip. "Should I get help?" The words tumbled out in a rush.
Something was seriously wrong with him.
"I'm almost—" The words scraped from his throat, strained and desperate. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, primal and dangerous.
