Roxie could barely draw a full breath past the numbness she felt flow into her chest, which was a good thing because she needed to get through this conversation without breaking down.
With bones made of jelly and sweat seeming to pour out of every crease in her body in buckets, she stared at her men. Waiting. Any other time, Roxie would have laughed at how the guys all stared right back at her, their expression one of disbelief as though she’d just announced the sky was falling. She wasn’t even sure they were breathing.
That wasn’t reassuring in the least. Roxie clasped her hands together on her lap out of sight and squeezed, welcoming the grounding discomfort to the dread threatening to drown her.
Finally, Alaric leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes sharp even though his voice was
