Here," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
Rachel CaineYou did what was right for those who agreed with you, and that is all in the past. We are talking about our future. Oliver, we cannot live as we did.
Rachel Caine