I'm dragged back into a pair of arms that are as solid as prison bars before I realize that I've moved.
And that I'm screaming and punching the air. "Calm down," a gentle voice warns at my ear. "Sh. I told you, didn't I? It'll be fine. I'll make sure of it."
These words should be like gasoline thrown at a fire, but like a light switch, I'm getting soothed instead. He's singing a lullaby to my innermost mind, and against my intentions, I do calm down.
I have Jason. It'll be alright.
Montgomery is watching us with a look of abject disapproval. "When you're done acting like a couple of idiots, you can get on with the surgery."
I laugh. It sounds like the crack of a whip even to my own ears. "You're insane. Do you know who he is? The man I rescued from the ocean three months ago. An amne
