“DO YOU have any idea what you just did to me?”
Jeremiah did not raise his voice.
That was the dangerous part.
They stood inside one of the quieter rooms at the compound, a converted storage space near the back hall that smelled faintly of oil and winter air. The door had closed behind Lily less than a minute ago, and already the silence between them felt dense enough to bruise.
Lily turned to face him slowly.
Snow still clung to the hem of her coat. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold. Her eyes were steady, but he could see the aftermath there. Shock. Adrenaline. The faint tremor she was trying to hide by locking her fingers together.
Jeremiah’s hands were fisted at his sides.
He had seen her walk through the gates. Alive. Breathing. Unharmed.
It had not stopped the aftershock r
