I waited for him to say more. To offer for me to come with him. He didn’t. “I’ll be okay,” I rasped, then tried to inject some levity by adding, “I’m not some super slayer like you, but I can manage.” “I’m used to it,” he snapped immediately. “I’ve been alone out there for years.” My chest squeezed painfully tight. Ask me to come with you. Then we’ll be together.
