“Stop!” I grip her upper arms, hoping to shake some sense into her. Say freezes, her fight getting replaced by a look of hurt. “I need you to listen, pretty girl. You can be angry at me all you want, but you have to be alive in order to put me in my place. And I promise, once this is all over, you can read me the fucking riot act. But right now, I need you to go downstairs and stay there.”
