“Hey, baby.” I smile at Mercer, stepping over the dead body to get to him. At the sound of my voice and the pet name, it gives Mercer’s mind permission to shut the fuck down. “Blake,” he whimpers, barely holding onto himself. “Blake.” I catch him as he falls, lowering with him. “I’m right here. I got you.” I cradle him, promising myself I’ll never let him go again. “You did fucking good, little demon.”
