You both hide inside a closet together. Bryan covered your mouth with his hand, to keep you quiet. Several troops are hunting you and him.

So you sat quietly on his lap, because the closet was too narrow for two people to sit comfortably.

He keeps you safe in his strong arms as his husky raspy voice whispers inside your ear. He squeezes your arms firmly.

"Don't move damnit. Or we both die."