“I’m not doing this for the money. I’m doing it for you. If I wanted to, I’d tell you who attacked you and let whatever happens to you happen,” she says, moving closer so she’s only inches away from my face. “But for some stupid fucking reason, I can’t do that, because despite what a piece of shit you’ve been to me, I can’t bear anything happening to you and I feel like going with you might somehow save you from harm. So, fuck you, Lachlan Duke.”
