Harlee POV
“I just can't calm down.” I paced in front of Sam. Everyone else had left, Zeev was house hunting, Ash still at work, Sands had Reaper duties. Cael sat on the floor watching me pace. I had one hand on my hip and the other plucking at dry skin on my lips. These kids were wrecking my body and my mind.
“And you're telling me because..” Sam asked leadingly.
“Because you're the hothead of the group. How do you do it? The control you have? Ow!” I had pulled a piece of skin from my lower lip, making it bleed. Sam stood slowly, eyeing me.
“Are you alright?” He asked cautiously.
“Yes, just bloodied my lip.” I turned and showed him with a grimace. His eyes latched onto the blood and I wondered how long it had been since I'd fed him. He moved in on me, slowly at first,
