“You know the fae I hunt aren’t going to pull their hits. You’re not doing me any favors by going easy on me,” I pant as we both analyze one another, searching for an opening and working out a plan of attack that hasn’t been tried yet. “That’s what we’re there for,” he counters, as though that makes any sense. “They’d have to go through us to get to you, and no one gets through us,” he declares, and I stop moving, completely taken aback by that ridiculous statement. “You seem to be forgetting the fact that I won’t always be with you,” I argue. “You’re with us now; that’s all that matters,”
