Flick jerked slightly in my arms.
I didn’t let go.
Not immediately.
Because for one perfect shattered second, nothing existed except what she’d just said.
I was going to marry you too.
I buried my face briefly against her hair and closed my eyes.
Nineteen-year-old Flick picking out a wedding dress while I wrote letters from Ranger school.
God.
We lost so much.
Another scream echoed from downstairs.
Definitely Vaughn.
Trigger’s voice drifted upward casually:
“You should really start answering questions.”
Wolf muttered something impossible to make out.
Then Vaughn shouted again.
Yeah.
He finally realized something important.
Nobody here was interested in protecting him.
Flick pulled back slightly to look up at me.
Wide blue eyes.
Tears still shining.
“You should probably stop them from killing him.”
Probably.
Didn’t mean I wanted to.
My hands stayed on her waist.
Couldn’t seem to make myself let go yet.
“You really picked a dress?”
Emotion flickered across her face instantly.
Soft.
Painful.
