Kade came back to himself gasping against her, his weight suddenly, entirely his own again, no trace of the deliberate stillness that had held him a moment ago.
"Mia." His voice cracked on her name. "What happened? I don't — the last thing I remember is the man in the doorway, and then—" He stopped, searching her face, dread creeping into his expression as he read whatever was written there. "How long was I gone?"
"Not long," Mia said, though the words felt inadequate for everything that had happened inside those few minutes. "A few minutes. Maybe less."
"What did I do?" His hands had found her arms, gripping tight, urgent. "Mia, what did I do?"
"You spoke to me," she said carefully, choosing each word with the same care she'd use to defuse something that might still go off in her hand
