Remy grimaced at the sudden flood of nausea, anchoring himself by dropping an arm onto the bartop beside him. On his other hand, he gripped her wrist far tighter than he had before, enough to cause some immediate pain while digging his thumb further into the pressure point.

He was beginning to lose his patience. "Merde lil' girl, you got issues."

Didn't they all though, really? Essex didn't find the most mentally stable people n the first place and what he did to them didn't let them keep whatever stability they had.