Drio answered my frantic knock on Rohan's door.

"I messed up."

He pulled me inside. Rohan wasn't there.

Drio didn't say a word, just let me sit down and waited. The story tumbled out of me. "I knew intellectually what Samson was capable of. But I hadn't truly understood. He made me feel things."

My hand shook on the shot of bourbon Drio had given me. Between the bitter ache of my failure, the fading rush of adrenaline, and my brain trying to lockdown ...