I need to focus. This is a rescue mission. Our lives are literally at stake.
But all I can think about is how f*****g incredible she feels in my arms.
Clara’s scent fills my nostrils and I’m as good as drugged. I meant to grab her so she won’t alert the guards with that stupid fence—but now, I’m holding her because my God, I thought I’d never hold her again.
And even though I initially meant to just keep her from screaming… now, my hand is pressed over her mouth to feel the soft curves of her lips.
She’s here.
She’s right here.
Something inside me buckles under the relief washing over me like a flood. I bury my face in her hair to breathe her in, to feel her soft curls against my face, to prove to me that she’s real and I’m not just dreaming all this.
Clara is alive, she’s here, and
