Reaper (Boston Underworld, #2)

by A. Zavarelli

Find five things you can smell, hear, see, and touch. Ground yourself, Sasha.

“You have kind hands,” he murmurs.

Her voice is faint and scratchy, but she responds. “He says… he will protect you.”

“I think about ye all the time.”

Things I’ve always taken for granted—the small kindness of human touch—must be so foreign to him.

“Stay with me,” he says quietly. “Be with me.”