C27 Avery

“Lass,” Helga whispered. “Avery, your men are dying.”

I gently laid Mr. Browning down, wiping my hand over my face, and realized it was shaking. I felt like my world was falling apart. Everything was crashing in on me and I was going to suffocate from the weight. Like I was never going to get better—not until my men were standing next to me. I choked back a cry that threatened to spill out