“I’ll get your meds,” I promise. “I’ll go right now, if you want. But I go alone. I don’t want to risk your safety.”
“I can wait until tomorrow.” Her voice is reedy.
“Are you sure?”
Fuck. I’m an asshole. I need to offer her something more than retrieving the meds she’s been trying to get all day. My gut says I should be able to fix this for her and goddammit, it’s unfixable.
I want to curse and howl. To shift and run back to the mountains where I almost lost myself once before.
“If there was no Barrington’s, if your mom was still alive and the world didn’t need saving, what would you do, instead?” My lips are right beside her ear. She’s trembling. Tears drying on her cheeks.
“I don’t know.” Her voice breaks. “What would you do if you weren’t bent on revenge?”
“I’d figure out a way t
