Fawn's POV
That made me pull my arm away from my face.
A beat. “I already know.”
We stared at each other again. His expression was that calm, contained thing he wore when he was trying not to show anything. Only his eyes gave him away; they were too bright. Too focused.
“I’m sure Lena told you about the rules over dinner,” I said, softer. “But I won’t break every time I stand up, Blake.”
“Maybe not,” he said. “But if you do, it’s going to happen in my house. On my watch. So, from now on, you will follow the rules.” His mouth twisted. “I’ve already sat through you almost dying more times than I can count. The first week in the hospital was the worst. They had problems stabilizing you.”
Something in my chest lurched. “Isn’t it our house? And that wasn’t your fault. You have to remember
