you were willing to take a bullet for me.” “And that troubles you?” he asked in disbelief. “You were the one who said we should all have someone worth taking a bullet for.” Her knuckles were white, her nails restlessly biting into delicate skin. “Yes,” she said. “And I feel immeasurably cherished. I’m also acutely aware that my being indebted to you in such a way has made your hold over me even more powerful.” What of your power over me? he wanted to say. I’m a fool for you!
