“She’s had enough.” The Guardian clenched his jaw, then, without another word, collected his sword and walked past the fires. Into the storm. Zavier dragged a hand over his face, wiping away the drops, then held out a hand. “Are you hurt?” “No.” I shook my head, letting him help me to my feet. As much as I wanted to stand on my own, my legs were not going to cooperate. “I came to tell you that I’m leaving. I have business to attend to in Perris.”
