“I know,” she answered, meeting his gaze and pushing a few tendrils of blonde hair out of her eyes. For a moment, Jason felt an odd pang. She looked weary and battle-worn, sweat and droplets of blood staining her clothes. She still looked beautiful. This was Riley in her element – not wearing some chainmail bikini or a school uniform. This was the real Riley. Someone who could slay monsters and didn’t flinch away from his injuries.
