“You’ll be the death of me,” he told me. “I could wish you less bold, less brave—less driven by right and wrong.” “Too bad for you,” I commiserated. “I know it’s rough. My husband tried to kill himself to save the pack, you know. And earlier today, he faced down a fae he knew nothing about—and some of the fae are forces of nature.” “My wife was going to fight him,” explained Adam. “I had to protect him from that.”
