Chapter 7
‘I’ll do what I can to help him,’ my Guardian declared as we lay on the muddy grass so I could kiss all the places I’d tried to bite him a few minutes earlier. Luckily Bane was a trained fighter so I’d only drawn blood twice. I still felt terrible about it.
‘Because if you don’t help him, he’ll suffer, and if he suffers, I suffer.’ It wasn’t supposed to have sounded like an accusation.
Looking up at the sky, he exhaled. ‘No. I’ll help him because you’ve forced me to see what he’s going through, and I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy … maybe. Anyhow, I know how complicated depression can be. I was lucky enough to have a supernatural answer to my mental health issues, both times. I don’t think that’s likely for Dallmin this time, do you?’
I shook my head, miserably reminded
