They'd decided to take the conversation downstairs to the living room, and while they waited for Fiona to return from gathering supplies for a cut on Brady's foot, Kaida sat sideways on the couch, nestled between his thighs.

He hadn't let go of her for more than three seconds since she'd woken up, and she had to admit she was grateful. Terror still had its claws in deep, and being held at least gave her a semblance of safety. Her back to his front, she burrowed into his ...