I grab the crowbar to tug her to me. I don’t care that she tastes like blood—she’s alive, she’s here, and she’s in my arms. I crush her lips with mine and sweep my tongue in a longing, grateful caress along hers becausshit God, I am so relieved to find her.
Someone clears their throat behind me.
I don’t f*****g care. I’ll shoot the next man who tries to interrupt me reuniting with my woman.
Clara clings to me just as tight. She trembles in my arms but I know, somehow I can just feel, it’s not from fear. She’s just as relieved as I am.
I wrench my mouth from hers only so I can kiss her eyes and brow and hold her to my chest like I was so scared I wasn’t going to be able to do it ever again.
“I’m here. I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.”
Whatever she says is muffled against my shirt. I gent
