I should have protected her better. It was my job to be her bodyguard, and I let her whole apartment burn down around her. “I’m sorry,” I say again. Riona sighs, covering her face with her hands. “You don’t have to apologize,” she says quietly through her fingers. “You saved my life.” “Well,” I say, “keep that spirit of gratitude. ‘Cause I am taking you to Silver Run. Even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you there.” She raises her head, green fire flaring in her eyes again. “You think you always know best, don’t you?” I shrug. “Any idea’s better than no idea.”
