And that, as they say, was that. She was taken from me then, by Enforcers and the Order, carried away to be cared for and, I hoped, healed the rest of the way. I sank back a moment into Oliver's arms, not caring there were a multitude of people milling around like they couldn't believe it was over this fast. Let them see my moment of weakness, if it could be called that. Let them judge me if they chose.
Damn, I was tired.
You did it. Oliver's mind embraced mine as much as his body did. His power formed a cocoon around us, a protective barrier I welcomed and was grateful for. You saved her, Syd.
No, Iepa did. I rested my cheek against his chest, head tucked under his chin while his big hand hooked over my thigh and pulled me into his lap.
She finished the job, he sent. But you made it happen.
I shrugged then, sighed. Danilo?