He couldn’t seem to latch onto any one thought. Yakov had never left. Yakov had tried to kill Flynn. Yakov had intended to kill Grigori as well. And now Yakov was dead. The carousel of horror went round and round inside his skull. Anson was shaking his shoulder, but it was Flynn who finally got his attention. She was trembling beside him. They were both still on the ground. She sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth. Her expression mirrored what he felt inside. The sight of her seemed to jar him back into the moment. She had been so brave. She had done what he never could have. “Come here, my love.” He gathered her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She burst into tears, pressing her face to his chest. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” “You did a very brave thing.” He smoothed her tangled hair away from her face. “I never could have done that.”
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