All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.

I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.

No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.

The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.