Of course she is.
“Thought you were tougher than that,” she mutters.
There it is.
I almost smirk.
Almost.
“Got… bored,” I rasp.
Voice sounds like hell.
Feels worse.
Her eyes flash.
Annoyed.
Relieved.
Both.
“Yeah?” she shoots back. “Next time, try not getting yourself killed for entertainment.”
Next time.
Good.
That means she expects one.
I shift slightly.
Bad idea.
Pain flares.
Sharp enough to remind me exactly where I am.
“…kids?” I manage.
Her expression softens.
Just a fraction.
“Safe,” she says. “All of them.”
Good.
That’s—
Good.
My body relaxes slightly.
Didn’t even realize I was holding that.
My grip tightens around her hand again.
