He smelled like Curran. He felt like him. I buried my face in the bend of his neck. His skin was so hot, it burned. “Don’t die on me.” He kissed my face, pulling off his jacket. “Don’t die on me.” I couldn’t stand. I just slumped there on top of the grate, holding on to him. He wrapped me in his jacket, closed his arms around me, and jumped. Then we were in a narrow hallway. He carried me through it. “I love you,” I told him. “I love you, too.” His voice was raw. “Stay alive, Kate.”
