From the other side of the door, Dorothy sniffled. Tin leaned up on his elbows and listened harder. Was she … crying? Shit. He’d had his heart back for all of one day. The instinct to cheer her up warred with his usual response to emotions: ignoring them. Easing to his feet, eyes glued on Crow, he cursed himself. It seemed he couldn’t help trying, but he braced himself for her instant rejection. And then there was the fight he would have with Crow when her screams woke him. With a sigh, he slipped quietly into the room. “Dorothy?”
