When that message was sent, I folded my aching hands to my middle and breathed while my knuckles plucked at my nerves in a hellish song. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn't dare look up even though I could feel Kason's questioning gaze from where he sat by the fire. I took long pulls off my straw until a nice fog blotted out some of the sharper edges of the pain.

He crossed to the bed and sat on the edge. "You're going to delete that picture when this is all done, ...