He didn’t want to be in this position. Causing Gabrielle grief, risking his own life. He was doing it all for her. In a way, she’d asked him to do it. And now she was acting like he was the bad guy. He was the only one on her side. The only one who really gave a damn. It was easy to be a mindless sheep, one of her many followers. Liking her posts, adding the occasional bleat of a comment—Beautiful or You’re so pretty or a wordless string of emoticons. He was more than that. He wasn’t a follower. He was part of her team.
