“You cannot make this safe merely because you are not afraid of him.”
“I’m not trying to make it safe. I’m trying to stop him from turning the tether into another weapon he can use against himself.”
His expression remained unyielding.
Leena softened her voice.
“Escort me to the door. Speak to Mary and make certain Veya is stable enough for me to enter. Then go to the council meeting before the others tear one another apart.”
“You expect me to leave you in there with him?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You know he will not harm me.”
“That does not mean I have to like it.”
“You rarely like it when I’m right.”
A reluctant breath escaped him, although it carried no amusement.
Leena rose onto her toes and kissed him softly.
“I will send for you if anything changes.”
“If she wakes—”
“I leave.”
“If the magic shifts—”
“I leave.”
“If Rhen loses control—”
“He won’t.”
Sule’s eyes narrowed.
Leena amended, “And if he does, I leave.”
He stared at her for a long moment before offering his arm.
“I’ll take you to the door.”
“That was the plan.”
“And I decide whether it is safe enough for you to enter.”
Leena’s mouth curved faintly.
“You may decide whatever you like.”
“Woman.”
She slipped her hand through the crook of his arm.
