Yates threw herself at my chest. The impact rocked me. Her arms looped around my neck and she shuddered, heaved a ragged breath into my hair. Her cheek felt wet on my collarbone. My mouth popped open. I looked at Jing, eyes wide, but she didn’t look up to tell me how to deal with this. Her eyes were on Yates’ back. I swallowed, awkwardly placed my hand between her shoulder blades, and patted her spine.
