“Yeah.”

The door slowly cracked open, Billie stepping into the room first. And then behind her, gingerly hunched with his wrists still bound, was Colt, eyebrows pointed over his dark blue eyes. Blue, striking me with the same grief as Welkin.

“Colt wanted to speak to you,” said Billie. “I understand if you don’t want to speak with him. We’ll leave if you want us to. Otherwise, I thought if you wanted to feel safer, I could stay while he says whatever he has to say to you.” She ...