Violet McBride

I start hyperventilating. The edges of my vision go gray and fuzzy.

Luke stops dead. He turns and pulls me against his chest, right there in the thick of the storm.

"Hey, look at me," he says, firm and unshakable. "Em, look at me right now."

I look up. His face is inches from mine, snow clinging to his dark lashes. His eyes are steady and calm as a millpond.

I need you here with me. Can you do that?"

I nod against his coat, snuffling. "I can do that."

"That's my girl." He grips my hand tightly. "Stay close, and don't let go, whatever happens."

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