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A fucking failure.
“I could have saved them.”
“Yeah? How?” Remy asked. “How could you have saved them?” He grabbed Loki’s hair and tugged it back. “How?”
“I don’t know! But I should have!” His breath heaved in and out of his lungs, emotions pushing everything to the extreme. “I should have died too!”
“Yeah? And then where would Isa be?” Remy asked.
“She would have found you.”
“Would she? Are you so sure of that? Or would she have suffered without you? Gone into herself. Forgotten to take care of herself. To eat. To sleep. To play and have fun. Forgotten that she was worth something.”
“She’s worth everything,” Loki said, glaring up at him.
“I know. Isa, go get me one of those silk scarves you have,” Remy said in a soft voice. “We’re not there yet.”
Loki continued to scowl at him. Why was he doing this?
Didn’t he see how much Loki was to blame?
“She’s been sick all this time and I didn’t know.”
Isa made a pained noise and he looked over to her, but Remy forcefully pulled his gaze back to him. His hand was tight on his chin.
“Neither did I,” Remy said.
Then he moved behind him. “I want to bind your wrists. If that’s a hard limit, say so now.”
Loki ground his teeth together. He didn’t want this, right?
And yet . . . part of him did.
He shoved his hands behind him and Remy tied him up with the scarf. It was strange, he thought he’d feel panicked. As though he couldn’t get away. Trapped. But all he felt was free . . .
“If you need anything to stop, you say red,” Remy commanded. The other man’s hand came around his neck, clasping onto the front and holding his head up.
“You see our girl, Loki?”
“Yes,” he said.
“She’s safe. Isn’t she?”
“She might not have been. If I’d been seconds too late . . .” It didn’t bear thinking about.
Isa sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
Panic flooded him. “Tink . . .”
What was he doing? She’d just been in the hospital. She needed rest. To be taken care of.
Not to be here, witnessing this.
“She’s all right,” Remy whispered. “I’m monitoring her. Soon, she’s going to be tucked up in bed, with her men sandwiching her in. Keeping her safe.”
“Nooo,” he groaned.
Remy tightened his hold on Loki’s neck. “Yes. Because you do deserve her. She’s yours.”
