Page 94 of Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages 1)

His weight bears down on me, and the fingers of our hands interlace as he pins me down.

It’s almost like a sense memory, the way his fingers feel laced through mine. It’s not on purpose this time, but last night it was. He sat there with me, holding my hand while I shook and shivered under the covers, far away, drowning in bad memories.

Those icy blue eyes look down at me, and I stare up at him, the way I couldn’t last night.

And then, with a sudden rush of clarity, I realize that this washisidea.

Priest did this.

For me.

The thought freezes me in place, and I’m locked in his gaze. There are a million questions I want to ask, and I don’t even know where to start, but before I can so much as take another breath, the sound of shooting rings out over our heads and Knox and Ash come crashing through the trees, shooting at us.