least a dozen thin scars marred the skin over her wrist. He couldn’t think. Not one thought. He couldn't make sense of anything at all. “You have sought me?” he asked hoarsely against the heavy weight that had settled on top of his chest. “Why have you sought me?” He didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. Winter tried to pull her hands back, but he wouldn’t allow it. Her eyes remained tightly pressed together as more tears left them and more sobs ripped out of her throat.
