“Are you done helping us?” Tucker asks.

I drag in a breath, and I look between my brothers before I answer honestly.

“I don’t know that I’ll ever stop searching for the person who led Arya down the path she took, but the desire to hold others just like them accountable no longer consumes me.”

“Good.” Miles says and my head jerks back. “I’m happy for you, happy that you found something more important to focus on.”

I look at Tucker.

“I’d never ask you to put your past in front of your future.”

“Shit Dayton would be so fucking proud of us right now.” Miles mutters and I bite back a smile while Tucker chuckles.

“I better get back upstairs.”

“Maybe we should go up with you to make sure Willow doesn’t kill you.” Tucker says and I shake my head.

“I should be okay.”

“You better hope she doesn’t tell Nico about this,” Miles sighs.

“You two can handle him for me.” I call over my shoulder as head for the door.

When I arrive upstairs a few minutes later, silence greets me as soon as I get inside. Going to the kitchen I toss the glasses Naomie had out into the dishwasher then dump out what is left from the wine bottle. After shutting off all the lights, I go to the bedroom door and listen for a minute before I unlock and slowly open it. The overhead light is on so I can clearly see Willow laying on the side of the bed that she’s claimed as hers and know in an instant that she is asleep. I can also see that she had been crying, which makes my insides twist painfully.

Shutting off the light, I walk to the bed and strip out of my clothes before I lay down and toss the blanket over the two of us. With my temper settled but my mind still reeling from what I learned this evening and what I know I’m going to face the second Willow wakes up, I put my hands behind my head and focus on the sound of her steady breathing. The reminder that she’s okay, that she’s here with me.

What I don’t do is sleep.

I’m not sure what time it is when I know she’s woken up, but the second she moves to get out of bed, I grab her by the wrist.

“Let me go!” she screams, trying to tug free.

“Calm down. We need to talk.”

“Screw you.” She kicks and tries to pull away. Not wanting her to hurt herself, I quickly roll onto her, placing my weight against her body and lifting her arms above her head.

“Listen to me, Mouse.”

“Never!” she hisses, writhing under me, trying to get free.

“I fucked up.”

“Yeah, I know!” she yells in my face before she tries to headbutt me.

“Jesus, Willow, calm the fuck down.”

“No, let me go,” she pants, and I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss her and in an instant her body under mine stills and she kisses me back. Then in the next second she stiffens and bites my lip so hard I taste blood.