Chapter Seven
Megan flailed her arms in the darkness. Her mind was half-aware that she’d been dreaming again, that Grandfather was a vision of her grieving heart and not flesh and blood.
However, this time, her hands landed on something solid. Something warm. Someone was here with her.
“It’s all right, Megan. It’s all right.” The male voice was soothing and kind.
Someone was reaching for her. Arms that were strong and gentle closed around her, pulling her into an embrace.
Jie.
“You’re not alone,” he said softly. “Lean on me.”
His gentle invitation and the feel of his hand slipping into her hair, cradling the back of her head washed through her. She clutched him and fell forward, curling up in his arms. Before she could stop herself, she began to sob, wetting the bare skin of his sho
