“What are you doing here?” I ask. He shrugs. “What I do best.” “Getting on my last nerve?” “Saving you,” he replies, picking up his sword. “This is the second time. Not that I’m counting.” It’s the third, actually, if we count how he pushed me from Rycroft’s path on the deck of the ship. Elian may not be counting, but I am. “I can’t believe you came back for me,” I say.
