“Oh God, oh God, don’t let go. Rufus. No, I am not all right. It was so dark,” Luke said into his shoulder. “So dark and so quiet and they left me in there—” “Who?” “Conrad, Matilda, Pauncefoot. Don’t let go!” “I won’t.” Rufus was trying to hold all of Luke in his arms at once. It wasn’t physically possible, but he didn’t let that stop him. “I will not let you go, I will never let you go. I have you. You’re safe.”
