Over his shoulder, I see Yavanna and Mia quietly slip out of the room, closing the door behind them and leaving us alone.
For a long moment, we just hold each other. I breathe in his scent and feel something in my chest unclench slightly.
When he finally pulls back enough to look at me, his hands come up to frame my face, thumbs brushing along my cheekbones like he's memorizing my features.
"You came," I say, trying for nonchalance and failing completely. My voice cracks on the second word.
"I'm sorry I'm late, my love." His voice is rough with emotion, his eyes bright with something that might be tears. "I'm so sorry."
"You don't need to explain…"
"Yes, I do." His grip on my face tightens slightly. "There was an attempted jailbreak. Someone tried to free Graham, and I couldn't leave
