King took Aidan’s shoulders firmly, pulled him back and away. “Let Knox.”
Aidan sat back on his heels and watched as Knox started CPR. Aidan could have done it himself, of course, but he seemed to have completely lost the ability to cope with anything at the moment. All he could handle right now was kneeling in the dirt, shaking and trying to catch his breath. Rage was close again: he tasted it, it was burning his chest, rising in his throat.
Don’t you f*****g lose it. If you lose it, it means you’ve given up hope. And you haven’t done that – not yet.
King was kneeling next to him, still touching his shoulder. That huge hand was a comforting, solid weight, and Aidan actually found himself drawing strength from it. King had a steadiness to him that only seemed to increase exponentially a
