“Maybe I can help?” He eyed the military in the distance. “I know I don’t use it often, but I do have combat training. I could distract them while you—” “Danny.” I turned him toward me and cupped his face. “My sweet human. You know I love you, yes?” Danny looked uncertain—and a little suspicious. “Um, yes. I love y—” “But you were a terrible soldier,” I cut in, trying to keep my voice gentle.
