“Then we leave. We walk out and we never look back and f**k Harrison Crawford and his family dinner.”
“What if—”
“Ember.” He leans his forehead against mine, his breath warm on my lips. “Whatever happens in there, you are not alone. You will never be alone again. Even if this 30 days end, I’d always be in your orbit, as a friend. A big guy you can call on any day. I am right beside you, and I am not going anywhere. Do you understand me?”
I nod, because I can’t speak, because if I try to say anything right now I’ll start sobbing again and I’ve already ruined my makeup enough for one night.
Knox holds me for a long moment, just breathing with me, letting me draw strength from his steadiness until the shaking subsides and my lungs remember how to work properly again.
“Better?” he murmurs
