“But that could be dangerous for you. And—” “Dangerous? Dangerous? Did she say dangerous?” Violet cries. Sage nods somberly, her eyes crinkled with amusement. Violet raises her eyes heavenward. “Thorn, let me tell you about dangerous. Dangerous is cutting your finger on a rusty nail. Dangerous is walking too close behind a skittish horse. Dangerous is going anywhere in this city at night. Dangerous is not helping someone stay safe.”
