“You need to protect her from him.” Protect her. Those two words stalled my feet, my heart, my lungs. If the past had taught me anything, it was that no woman should count on me to keep her safe. I looked at Galantia, but eventually shook my head. “Her safety is your problem now.” My shift surged through me with an onslaught of sounds and smells, achy wings pushing us into the current coming from between the trees before it carried us away. Everyone I’d once vowed to protect was rotting away in graves—if they had graves at all. That was how well I’d done it.
