Knox is a storm inside my skull. His insistence that I go after her is making my head pound. His voice is a desperate snarl, scraping against every piece of my already-shredded heart.
I get his desperation. I’m also desperate, but I wish he could shut the f**k up and let me think without having him breathing down my neck.
I push away from the table so fast the chair nearly topples, and before Raven can move, I’m already halfway down the hall, following that faint thread of her scent like a dying man crawling toward oxygen.
Fear still gnaws at my ribs. A cold, vicious fear that I will lose her for good. I thought I could get this sorted out this morning; instead, it only seems like I’ve made everything worse and it’s all my fault. Again.
I shove the thought down, because thinking it wil
