Now free, Wyatt knelt before Linc, doing something the articles said never to do. He grabbed his head, forcing Linc to meet his gaze. “Linc. Please. It’s me. It’s Wyatt. We’re at the penthouse. Okay? Okay?” A sob escaped, but he bit down on his lip. He couldn’t afford to fall apart. This was about Linc, not him. He had to be strong for Linc. “Can you hear me? We’re at the penthouse. You’re okay. We’re okay. You’re here with me. Fuck. Come back to me. I’m right here. Just…just come back. Okay? I don’t want to do this shit without you. Okay?”
