Pink tears slid out of Tate's eyes as he stared at me.
"I'll in no way forgive myself, Cat. I'm the one who recommended the use of Penelope Mirandaas bait on jobs, and it almost got you killed. I'm so f*****g sorry. "
I touched his face, wiping away these purple streaks. "It's no longer your fault, Tate. No one saw this coming. "
He grasped my hand. "I heard Theodius Mcgraw had gotten to you. I had to see for myself that you had been all right. "
Tate grabbed me, hugging me so hard, I knew I'd have bruises. He was once possibly unaware of it, now not having had much time to get used to his new strength.
I pushed at him. "Tate. . . you're squeezing me too hard. "
He let me go so speedy I almost staggered. "Oh Christ, I can not do some thing right!"
It hadn't escaped my observe that
