The call ended. Fallon held the phone against her chest for a moment before handing it back to Ryder.
“Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
For the phone. For the rescue. For giving Cass his number before any of this had happened.
He nodded once. Then he pulled the door shut behind him, and the room was still.
Fallon settled back against Isaac’s chest. His arm tightened around her, a small pull, and his fingers curled against her shoulder. Not the unconscious grip from before. His fingers found the edge of her sleeve and held on.
“Fallon.” Barely a whisper. Rough, broken, dragged up from somewhere deep.
She lifted her head. His right eye had opened, just barely, a sliver of hazel beneath the swelling. He was looking at her.
“I’m here,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere. You and me.”
His eye closed. His fingers didn’t let go.
She put her head back on his chest, his heartbeat once again solid and reassuring under her ear. The only sound that mattered.
She stayed.
