“Dinna let her in here.” 

She had heard him.  Heard his Scots burr underneath the chaos of the room. He sounded weak.  There was pain in his voice.  Like the crack in a windshield that threatened to grow, to spread. To shatter him.  

“No one gets in!”  She heard John Grey bark the order.  

She was a few seconds too slow.  The officer turned quickly, prevented Claire from entering.  She pushed against his chest.

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