Tears washed her amber eyes, trickled down her cheeks. He raised a hand, thumbing them gently away. Something bad had obviously happened in his absence—though surely not to Ben. She'd be in a worse state than this if it was.
She dunked the cloth into water and gently wiped his mouth. "Seline's dead." Her voice was flat, but the drugs blocking his psychic abilities had to be fading because her pain was a tide of agony that overwhelmed anything he was feeling.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. She buried her face against his chest, her tears searing his skin.
He held her while she sobbed, offering her no words of comfort simply because there were none that could ever erase such pain. Only time could dim it.
After a few minutes, he croaked, "How?"
She sniffed and pulled away from his touch. "He snatched her from the airport. I guess we have to be thankful it was relatively quick.