"Bring her back," Thane yelled.
"She's having a flashback, you i***t. You know from my history that we have to wait it out," Tag snarled back. "Get her tucked in, turn the lights off, and leave her alone. She'll come back when her brain is ready."
Thane helped maneuver our girl under the covers of his bed. We made sure to pull up the blankets so nothing was tucked too tight around her body, just in case.
I climbed off the bed. Looming over her while terror etched its way across her face made me feel even worse than I'd thought possible. We kept screwing up with her. By accident, granted. But that was twice now in less than an hour that her mind had turned traitor.
I was sick of it. Sick of hurting her feelings-even without meaning to. Sick of seeing the heartache and sorrow on her face
