“So you see, she’s an invention of desperation, not a sign of bravery.” I frowned at her until she cocked her head in question. “And yet you faced me down on the road. You spied on me. You let me have you in a number of compromising positions, one time in front of dozens of other people. You rode in that race and kept yourself together when you dangled over the waterfall, inches from death. You shot a fucking Horror in the eye.” Her laugh was dismissive, as if everyone did such things. “I was terrified the whole time.” “We only get to be brave when we’re afraid.”
