Diane blinked slowly. The last thing she remembered was stepping through the door Mark Latros had ordered her to enter, followed by monsters pouring in without end. She had thought she would die there.
But she hadn't.
What came after was a nightmare. Fragments of memories surfaced, things that felt like they belonged to the distant past, yet they were distorted, blurred at the edges, as if someone had stirred them carelessly and left them unfinished.
She swallowed and turned toward him. "What actually happened, Seamus?"
Seamus looked the same as ever. His emerald eyes were calm and steady, his expression gentle as he let out a quiet sigh.
When he pulled her into another embrace, his arms felt firm and reassuring as his hand rubbed slow circles against her back.
"You were surrounded by monsters," he said softly. "I think you fainted. I'm just glad you're fine."
