Khai's pov
She stayed against my chest and I stayed where I was and neither of us moved for a long time.
The room had settled into something close to quiet. I could hear Shark's voice somewhere behind me, low and controlled, and the sound of movement as the guards dealt with what remained of Robert's situation, but all of that felt very far away from where I was sitting on the floor with Daisy's weight against me and her breathing gradually slowing toward something that resembled normal.
I was aware, in a way that I had not been prepared for, of how close it had been.
Not in a general sense. In a precise and specific sense. Seconds. The kind of distance that does not leave room for philosophy or perspective or any of the things a man tells himself when he wants to feel less afraid of s
