“Don’t do that again.” “What? Destroy those who threaten you with my blade?” “No. You don’t ask me to choose.” His eyes softened. “Dianna.” “Don’t Dianna or baby or akrai me,” I said, meaning every word as I pushed him again. He didn’t stumble or even move, really, and that just made me even more mad. “You will not like the outcome if you ask me to choose between you and someone else again. And I don’t care if you huff or roar or stay pissed at me. I am not the hero. That’s your job.”
