My eyes flew open. “Luther, you could have died.” “A small price.” “Your life is not a small price,” I hissed. “Not to me.” His gaze seared into mine with equal passion. “I would have walked into the flaming heart of the sun itself,” he shot back. “If you are suffering, nothing will keep me from coming to your aid. Least of all something as trivial as death.” I clenched my teeth. “Don’t you ever r—”
