“Him?” Jamie said incredulously, nodding toward the crumpled Joey. “Why, for God’s sake?” Laoghaire glared at him slit-eyed, crouched like a cat about to spring. She considered him for a moment, then slowly straightened her back, gathering Joey’s head once more against her breast. “Because he needs me,” she said evenly. “And you, ye bastard, never did.”
why do i feel bad for her now like damn ok
