The fear that’s been building in my bones is cleared away so suddenly I’m lightheaded as I latch on to Cyrus, a sob escaping my lips. After half a heartbeat of silence, he draws me in, anchoring me to him, his hand rubbing slow, gentle circles over my back, and maybe it’s because I’d been half-certain I was about to die that I feel so wonderfully, vividly alive right now. “It’s okay,” he tells me, his voice low in my ear. “You’re safe.”
