“I’ll take care of this. You take care of your girl,” Storm says quietly, but I’m way ahead of him. I approach Emerson slowly, not wanting to startle her after what she’s just been through. I pull her body back into mine, holding her against me as I carefully push her dress back down. It’s torn, and it doesn’t cover much, but there will be a swarm of people in here any minute now, the clean-up crew Storm is organizing, she doesn’t need anyone staring at her.
