“You keep saying things that sound like you…I don’t know…care about me?” “I do,” he says flatly. My heart picks up a beat, pounding against my chest. “Without you, there’s no way to save my friends from Dyaspora. There’s not even a shred of a chance of breaking the curse. Of course I fucking care what happens to you.” He swallows thickly and takes another large step back. “You’re going to be late for dinner.”
