“People tossed that word around at funerals and fires and other disasters. A sense of loss, an empty ache. It didn’t begin to cover what I felt. If Jazz and Cy had died, this would’ve been easier to take. Knowing I’d improved their chances of survival was about as comforting as a drop of water on a third-degree burn. “You were right to drive her away.” The sound of Ian’s voice produced instant irritation, despite the genuine concern it contained. I kept from lashing out at him by reminding mysel...f that his woman was gone too—and nowhere near safe. But I still didn’t feel like having a heart-to-heart with him. “Drop it,” I said without moving. “We’ve got other concerns.” “Very well.” I got up, thankful that at least I’d stopped blubbering, and turned around silently, daring either of them to make a smart-ass comment. Not a word. Ian stood more or less steady, not leaning on anything but ready to drop anyway, and Tory slouched a few paces behind him. They both looked like I felt.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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