Maisie
Quinlan's hands were still shaking.
It'd been an hour since he tried to kill Cruce for trapping me in there with him. The last time I saw him that pissed, he tore out a man's heart.
And while I didn't think Cruce would be an easy kill, in that moment, watching Soren pull him back and wrestle to keep him under control, I believed Quinlan could've ripped the dragon to shreds.
It wasn't until Jericho pulled me into him, pressing kisses along my face, burying his face in my hair, trembling as he asked if I was hurt anywhere that it sunk that Cruce had seperated us again.
The last time they looked away from me for one minute on Samhain, they lost me. And now, even if I had only been a door away from them, they couldn't break me out.
It left them terribly shaken.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, throat tightening as another tremor ran through Quinlan's body. His arms were locked around my waist, my body pulled fully into his lap, and every few seconds his grip tightened.
