Two seconds later she’s asleep.
Just like that.
I smile.
“See?” I whisper. “You’re her safe place.”
Saint swallows hard.
His hand moves slowly across her tiny back.
Careful.
Protective.
Like he already understands exactly how fragile she is.
I watch them.
And something inside me loosens.
For the first time in months.
Maybe even a year.
“Laney,” he says gently.
I look up.
“Whatever is coming…”
His eyes lock with mine.
“You’re not facing it alone anymore.”
I believe him.
And that terrifies me almost as much as the danger.
Because now…
I have someone else I could lose.
Marco
He runs.
That tells me everything.
I spot him two blocks from the motel.
Thin.
Nervous.
Wrong shoes for a man who once carried a rifle for money.
The moment he sees me, his eyes widen.
