“I’ve fucked it again, Molloy.” “I’m not done with you, Joe,” I squeezed out, shivering. “And it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” “So will you, Molloy.” His arms tightened around my body, and even in his altered state of mind, he somehow managed to say the right thing. “Because I’ll look after the both of you.” My breath hitched. “You promise?” He nodded. “I promise.”
