I’m tiny in his grip, but I’ve never felt so damn safe. And a flame of grief catches me off guard as my brain goes to flight mode. It says, You can’t have anything good. And even if you do, it won’t last. This will end. He will see through you. They all will and you’ll wake up one day and realize you’re alone again. “I got you, Win,” Vane says, and I know he’s tapped into that grief, can feel the gnarled hands of it. “You don’t have to save me.”
