Piers steps back a half pace, but keeps his grip on me as I tremble out my hurt and anger, looking up into his troubled gray eyes.
"What happened?" His British accent clips, words tumbling over themselves in his anxiety. Is it over my state or does he have his own dire news to share? "I tried to reach you when you called, but I just couldn't leave and missed you. I stayed, hoping you'd come back."
I gulp down my overload of emotions and the need to cry all over again, my hands rising and crossing over my chest to grip his which are still holding my arms tight. "I was afraid he'd attacked already and you weren't coming back."
His worry turns to serious concern, brows pulling together as Piers pulls me closer. "What are you talking about?"
"You have to help us." This time a sob does esca
