“How is your wound? I know you were—” Fin started immediately, the notion of him behaving with any measure of composure a forgotten memory. “Mr. Ashowan, you’ve made your position clear. Please do not be heartless and behave so dotingly.” Her clipped tone cut through him, and Fin found himself slowly straightening his shoulders. He had unconsciously been leaning closer, trying to be nearer to her being.
