Aron struggled with remembering to breathe as Levi’s words spun in his mind. She’s here. They were together. His heart’s litany had been acknowledged. Nevaeh hadn’t been captured by the Dèanadair, hadn’t been alone. “Where is she? Is she close?” Aron struggled against his strangled throat.
Again, Levi took a second to answer, as if he needed to choose his words. The strange interval set off alarms in Aron’s brain, making his nerves fray and imagination fracture with what his brother was struggling to say. What had happened? Was Nevaeh ok? f**k, did this have to do with the baby?
When Levi finally nodded and spoke, Aron’s chest was near exploding. “Yes, she’s close. Right now, we’re with a small camp,” he pointed a finger at the wisteria grove behind Aron, “through there, inside the cave
