He was going to lose them both.
Fear and misery rolled through Archon in equal amounts as he sat on a cheap metal chair outside the operating theater where the doctor and her team were fighting to save Eoin’s life. Elbows on his knees, one fist bunched into the palm of his other hand, he tried to clear his mind and reach the clarity of battle mode. Or something… anything like it.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t focus. Each time he tried he was overwhelmed with fear and worry… a torrent of thoughts and feelings he couldn’t stop, no matter how hard he tried.
He was an i***t. He’d known something was wrong, but he’d gotten it wrong and been so fixated he hadn’t looked at other possibilities. His jealousy had made him focus on Harris and he’d discounted all other possibilities… now Cael was go
