Perching herself on the edge of the coffee table, she ran her fingers lightly through his hair. He remained motionless, as though that alone would stop the hurt. He was still cradling his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.“How’re you feeling?” She kept her voice low and gentle.He looked up at her. His blue eyes bloodshot and full of pain.“Like I did something bloody stupid.”“I hear that’s what being drunk is all about.” Lily stood and took hold of his hand. “Come on.”“Where?” Cain searched her eyes, wondering when the little girl had become so grown up that she was taking care of him now. It caused his brain to ache as though it was being split in two.“Bathroom.” Lily tugged on his arm until he wobbled to his feet.Leading him to the bathroom, she couldn’t believe just how vulnerable he looked. His usual confidence was nowhere to be seen. In front of her was a seemingly defenseless boy but she knew better than to believe that he was weak. She knew just how strong he was inside.She turned the bathroom light on and he flinched.“Sorry,”
