“We’ll bring him to see you,” Jonah added. “As soon as we can. He’s safe now, and so are you.”
“They held a gun to his head, so I had to go with them. They said they’d let him go if I did, but they lied. Full of lies. They drugged me, and my boy. He was just a boy. They wouldn’t let me see him, but I could feel him, hear him. They kept us drugged so we couldn’t find our power. Sometimes they kept us gagged and blindfolded and shackled for hours, maybe days. They’d take us to that jackal and his devils to torture us. Some looked ashamed, but they took us to him. And they knew what he did to us.”
She closed her eyes again. Tears leaked out, trailed down her cheeks. “I lost faith.”
“There’s no shame in it.”
“I wanted to kill, at first I lived by imagining killing them all. Then I only wanted to die, just end it.”
“No shame,” Fallon repeated, and those anguished eyes opened again.
“But you came, even though I had no faith.”
Fallon leaned in. “Do you see me? Do you see the light in me?”
“It’s like the sun.”
“I see you, Naomi. I see the light in you.” When Naomi shook her head, Fallon laid her free hand on the woman’s cheek, let some of that light flow in. “They dimmed it, but I see your light. I see the light that shined, that took in a frightened boy, a small, confused, grieving boy, and gave him a home. I see the light that was willing to sacrifice herself for the boy. I see you, Naomi.”
Fallon straightened. “Now rest and heal. We’ll bring Dimitri to you.”
“I’ll fight with you.”
“When you’re well,” Fallon told her, and moved to the next bed.
It took nearly two hours. She joked with a soldier who claimed being shot, then kicked and stomped on was just a day in the life. She comforted the distraught, reassured the confused.
Before she left she saw the boy, the bone-thin boy with dark skin, sitting on the side of Naomi’s bed. Haltingly, he read to her in a voice rusty with disuse from one of the children’s books in the waiting area.
She slipped outside for some air, saw her father had done the same and was currently kissing her mother.
“You know, you guys don’t need to get a room. You’ve got a whole house.”
Lana turned bluebell eyes on Fallon, and smiled. “There’s my girl.” She moved quickly, gathered Fallon up tight. “You’re so tired.”
“I’m not alone.”
“No, you’re not.” She drew back. “We didn’t lose anyone. Thank the goddess.”
“Including the premature baby?”
“Including. It was rough, but I finally got the baby to turn. Rachel wanted to avoid a C-section unless he stayed breech.”
“He.”
“Brennan. Four pounds, three ounces, sixteen inches. Rachel’s still monitoring, but she’s pleased with him, and his mother. She’s one tough lady.”
“So are you. Now go home, check on Colin, then get some sleep.”
“I’m going to. We’re about to rotate here. Let’s all go home.”
“I need to talk to the people in the auditorium, then I’ll be home.”
With a nod, Lana ran her fingers through Fallon’s hair. “You’re going to find some of them need more time to acclimate. Katie’s working on housing—there are so many, and many of those shouldn’t be left on their own yet.”
“We’ve got volunteers who’ll take some in,” Simon pointed out. “Those who seem steadier can take some of the housing we prepped before the rescue. But some may just want to go.”
“They shouldn’t, not yet, but—”
“I’ll talk to them,” Fallon assured her, and guided her mother to the horses. “Wanna flash?”
“Actually, a ride would be good.” Lana waited until Simon mounted, held up a hand and swung up behind him, as if she—once an urbanite, a New York native—had been riding all of her life. “Come home soon,” she said, and nuzzled into Simon’s back, wrapped her arms around him.
Love, Fallon thought as they rode off. Maybe that was the biggest miracle. Feeling it, giving it, knowing it.
She swung onto Grace and rode toward the school hoping to convince the tortured, the exhausted, the sick at heart to believe.
CHAPTER TWO
When Fallon arrived home, she spotted Ethan coming out of the stables, the dogs Scout and Jem trotting at his heels, as usual. His recent growth spurt still gave her a little jolt. She remembered, clearly, the day he’d been born, at home, in the same big bed where she, Colin, and