“You saved her life, Holt. You got her breathing again. You stayed with her until the paramedics got there.” “Stop,” I barked. Images assailed my mind. Skin so pale, going cold. Life slipping away under my fingertips. Nash stared at me. “You need to let this go or it’s going to kill you. You’ve already been trying to kill yourself for a decade. Get a clue. The reaper doesn’t want you. Maybe this is your shot to make things right, here and now.”
