Jaren held her tighter, rubbing her back soothingly. “Shhh. I’ve got you.”
Tear after tear fell from Kiva, all her fear and sorrow flooding out of her, until finally her sobbing eased, giving way to exhaustion.
In a rasping whisper of a voice, her words full of anguish, Kiva repeated, “I can’t lose him, Jaren.”
“I know,” he whispered back, still holding her close, his arms curled tightly around her.
She pulled away just enough to look up at him, meeting his concerned blue-gold gaze.
“You don’t know,” she said hoarsely. “I can’t lose him.”
Jaren reached for her face, gently wiping away her tears. “Sweetheart, I know.”