
There was no hesitation in his grip, no second thoughts. He could feel her trust seep into his skin from where his hand lay on hers. She needed it, and he gave freely.


Numb, that was all he was-all he could be-there, at the crossroads. He had a choice, he knew that much. He could remain numbed to the pain, return to the safety of lack of caring and remorse. Or…he could pick himself up, brush off his pins and needles, and start looking for her. He knew what she’d want, if she were here, by his side. That alone meant he had no option.
