4
Nash
Denali’s gone pale and my lion’s snarling, wanting to fix whatever’s broken here. Except how does a ruined lion fix anything?
“I’m sorry—I wasn’t in any position to go back for you.” Her fingers bunch and twist.
My brows shoot up. Jesus. Is that what she’s upset about? She’s suffered survivor guilt all this time?
Fuck, I know more than a little bit about that. My flashbacks aren’t only from Data-X. They’re from Afghanistan, too.
I can’t stop myself from snatching her shoulders and pulling her into me until we’re nose to nose. “You think I would’ve wanted that?” I don’t mean to sound so harsh, but I need her to understand this. Need to help her release the guilt. “Never. I never wanted you near that place. You getting free was the only goddamn comfort I had in there. Understand
