KATHERINE
"We've got you," Xander said, his voice resolute and unyielding as he tightened his powerful arms around me, holding me flush against his chest.
Holding back the tears was becoming a losing battle. For at least two straight hours, my eyelids had been doing triple shifts just to keep the dam from breaking; the absolute last thing I wanted was to completely break down and sob like a helpless child.
In the beginning, those tears had been born out of pure terror. Seeing the mocking, triumphant challenge etched onto Clark’s face, holding the heavy legal documents he had forced into my hands, and reading that wicked text from Lucian had filled me with a panic so profound it had nearly brought me to my knees. I had been so impossibly arrogant, so incredibly rushed: driven by a volat
