Blaze:
The elevator ride up felt like it lasted forever.
Kat clung to me the whole way, her small hand twisted in my cut, like she needed the feel of me under her fingers to stay upright.
I kept my other hand fisted tight at my side, fighting the urge to punch the mirrored walls, to scream, to go back and burn the f*****g place down.
But not tonight.
Tonight, it was about her.
Only her.
When the doors slid open, I didn't wait.
I scooped Kat up into my arms and carried her down the hall, ignoring her little gasp of surprise.
"Blaze," she whispered, her fingers brushing my jaw. "I'm not broken."
"No," I agreed quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're the strongest person I know, baby."
I got the door open without setting her down, kicking it closed behind us with
