And Clay catches my arm again before I can take two steps.
“Hannah.”
I turn back toward him impatiently.
“What?”
For one brief second, the chaos around us fades beneath the look in his eyes.
Raw fear.
Real fear.
Not for himself.
For me.
“You stay where I can see you.”
The words come out rough.
Demanding.
Almost angry.
And suddenly I understand something terrifying.
Clay isn’t just emotionally involved anymore.
He’s terrified of losing me.
The realization hits hard enough to steal my breath for half a second.
Then another explosion rocks the building.
Reality slams back in immediately.
I pull free from his grip and grab a terrified little girl crouched near a fallen support beam.
“Then keep up,” I snap over my shoulder.
And somewhere behind me—
I swear I hear Miles laughing like this is the greatest thing he’s ever seen.
14
Clay
Keeping up with Hannah in the middle of a war zone is apparently impossible.
She moves through chaos like she was built for it.
Smoke pours through the warehouse while gunfire rattles outside, and somehow she still drops beside a crying child with steady hands and a calm voice like the world isn’t falling apart around us.
It should scare me less than it does.
Instead, it terrifies me.
