She had asked for his location, but he’d refused, too afraid of Monroe getting his hands on Cindy when she was this ill. He didn’t know the Dominant well enough to know if he’d have sympathy for someone he perceived as an enemy. Now, as he held Cindy close to him, he worried as she drifted in and out of consciousness for the next few hours. He never slept, too afraid. When she murmured and asked what time it was, he didn’t respond. It didn’t matter. Lowering his head, he whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for falsely accusing you, and I’m sorry for dragging you here.” She didn’t speak for long minutes, and he assumed she’d fallen back asleep when she finally spoke. “I thought…” “What?” “I thought you were my friend.” Friend. Such a rare gift. He’d been honored with very few friends, and the one time he’d been given the opportunity to be one, he’d failed. Worse, he’d failed the one person on Earth who he felt more connected to than any other. “I am. I’ll do better. I swear it.”
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