Natasha
I’d sent Estelle to bed after Damien had reported how they’d almost been blown to pieces. Who knew where we were?
“You’re panicking again,” Dax told me. “Try to sit down.”
I whirled around. “My brother and another person placed under my care was almost murdered tonight, and you want me to sit down?”
Dax sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. I groaned, recognizing that I’d unfairly gone off on him.
“Did you have any tellings that something might happen tonight?”
“No,” I grumbled. My foreseeing power is all helpful except for times when I needed it for someone else’s safety. I wanted to scream and run and cry all at the same time. I didn’t notice that I’d been bunching my hair up until Dax’s warm hands covered mine gently.
“Nat,” he said quietly. “We’ll be okay.”
I wanted to collapse into him right then and there. “Nothing is okay. Nothing.” I hated how whiny my voice sounded, but he didn’t point it out.
Slowly, he turned me around to face him. “We may be one of the only things that are okay, right?”
I nodded, blinking back tears. He gave me a lazy smile that warmed me up inside. He leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek before collapsing onto my bed with an impish grin.
“So, what are we going to do, miss Natasha Greene?” He looked at me with amusement.