For a moment she leaned against him and breathed. She'd forced herself to stay strong and not give into fear, right now everything was a mess and the adrenaline was wearing off.
While she'd fought Satan's words, they held inside her, but she said nothing and just closed her eyes. Patrick was here and loved her, and it was enough.
Once the shaking had gone down to a tremble she took a breath. This was going to do nothing good for the vague panic attacks she had every so often. How these things were so able to smash right through her defenses was beyond her. "You should be resting." She managed and looked up at him. "He grabbed me, yes. But I spoke to something else. Blond. Smarmy. Very pleasant, you know, save for threatening everyone."
She set her hands on her face again and leaned against her legs. "But he knows I was involved now."