Whisper of Thoughts
"Whatever this signal is, it is just a ghost—a stray ping from an unindexed backup somewhere in the dark. You are not alone anymore. You aren't hiding in a dark cottage, and you aren't fighting in a crumbling bunker. I am right here with you, and we will face whatever this is together. Do you hear me?"
The fierce, absolute devotion in his voice melted away the icy grip of panic. The trembling in my hands subsided, replaced by a cold, sharp spike of determination. I nodded, placing my hands over his wrists. "I hear you. I'm with you." Zayne pressed a quick, fierce kiss to my forehead before turning back to the glowing terminal.