Eren woke up on the morning of the third day.
His head finally felt clear. He blinked at the wooden ceiling and took a breath.
The air in the bedroom was thick. It smelled heavily of sweat, body fluids and the undeniable musk of a two-day marathon of absolute madness.
What the hell was wrong with me?
For almost forty-eight hours he hadn't left the house. He hadn't even let the women leave. The moment anyone tried to step near the front door he felt an insane urge to protect them. He would grab them, pull them back inside and drag them straight to the bedroom. It was like his awakened bloodline viewed simply getting dressed and going outside as a death sentence.
He had acted like a wild animal guarding its den. He hadn't slept. He had spent hours just sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window or burying his face in Emily's neck to smell her skin while Selena and Lyra recovered from his relentless stamina.
He looked down.
