** Remy’s POV **
There are battles you train for. Fights you can prepare your body and mind to survive. You can sharpen your instincts, steel your nerves, accept the possibility of blood and loss as the cost of standing between danger and the people you love, but this?… This is worse.
Paige’s pain hits me through the bond like it’s my own. I’ve felt pain before. I've watched it steal people I loved while I stood there powerless. This feels dangerously close to that kind of memory. It’s deep, rolling and relentless. And I know I’m only feeling a small fraction of it. I’d tear the world apart to take it from her if I could, but I can’t. I’ve stopped wars. Broken men twice my size, and none of that means a damn thing right now. All I can do now is stay.
Her fingers grip Parker’s hand, her
