Chapter 13I opened my eyes in that small bedroom. Drew leaned over me, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He smiled and kissed my nose. His soaking wet hair clung to his face, and he didn’t have his glasses.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what?”
“Choosing to live instead of die. Teaching us how to heal someone. Being yourself. Letting me in.”
My eyes burned. “What about Claire?”
He grinned. “Claire is my torch, and you’re my flashlight.” He touched the tip of his nose to mine. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll all talk everything out. But not right now. Later. Right now, Gabe and I want to know what happened to you.”
I was his flashlight. Did he mean that like it sounded? The links between us had brought us together by accident, and now he wanted me to find a path for him. How could I ligh
