Lisa tightened her grip on Reid, as if afraid that letting go would pull her back into that endless nightmare. Even as her heartbeat gradually slowed, the phantom sensation of the dagger in her chest lingered.
The memories were still fresh—Line's hollow eyes, his mocking voice, the way he refused to die no matter how much power she unleashed.
She had never felt so powerless before.
But now, she was awake. She was safe.
The warmth of Reid's presence, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, assured her of that.
"It's okay," Reid whispered again, in a gentle voice. "You're back."
He knew that his team would need time to recover—not just physically, but mentally.
Whatever Owen had put them through in his domain wasn't something they could just shake off.
Lisa, especially, looked shaken, though she was doing her best to hide it.