And somehow, impossibly, she was still the calm in him.
For now.
Sera glanced at Cyril. Then her eyes returned to Eric.
He had the same look he'd worn the night before. The night at the club. The look he'd had after he'd nearly killed a man and only stopped because she had stopped him. That look was back now. As if Ravok had not only been let out but had left claw marks behind.
And she hadn't been there.
Sera stepped toward him.
She stopped just within reach.
They only looked at each other.
Sera lifted her hand slowly and placed her palm over his heart.
Eric raised his hand, fingers trembling slightly as he brushed her hair away from her face.
They didn't need words. Their hearts were already speaking. His guilt bled into her. Her acceptance flowed back.
