“We need to get back to St. Monarch’s. You’ll be safe on neutral ground.” “I don’t have my passport. It’s at the house.” “You don’t need one.” I hold my hand out and wait for her to place her palm in mine, then pulling her to her feet, I lace our fingers as we walk to the door. “I need to settle the hotel fee, but I don’t have money,” she informs me as we leave the room. “I’m so sorry.” “I’ll take care of it.” My eyes flick to her face. “Stop apologizing, Tiana. It’s my duty to take care of you.”
