“Get a grip, High King!” Raegan shouted, surprised at how loudly her voice rang out in the space. “Do you honestly think I’m going to stay behind to read and knit or what-fucking-ever because you can’t handle your own shit? Because that’s what this is. I’m finally back, and you can’t handle the idea that something might happen to me. Guess what? Something always happens to me. You’re always going to lose me. Get used to the goddamn pain.”
Oh. My. God.
Gagged.
I don’t know whether to bow or scream!
