Eighteen
Fears
He felt her crying. Before he opened his eyes, he knew she wasn’t in bed, but she was nearby.
Robin sat up as he grew more aware of her despair. He sensed fear more than anything, and that could potentially be a dangerous thing. When she was afraid, her mind locked on one thing and one thing only—her purpose. Whether it be to save a life, defend her position, or retaliate, her full concentration focused on it. He’d witnessed it before, when she’d felt threatened, and although the results were not as disastrous as they could have been, it had been a tension-filled few minutes.
She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Her arms were crossed over her middle and she was bent over, gently rocking forward and back. didn’t sob out loud or make any kind of verbal sound when t
