“Easy, little one,” he murmured, his hands holding her tightly around the waist. “Let me know when you’re steady.” Theon gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay back and wait. Until he saw the silent tears tracking down her cheeks. “Tessa,” he breathed, stepping forward and reaching for her, but she shrank away from him, recoiling into Luka’s chest. He stilled. He had no idea what to do. She was his Source. Why was she leaning on Luka? Why was she letting him support her?

