He stared at me like I'd just said something in ancient Greek. "You nearly died right here. Someone screwed up. There's no way I'm just ignoring a threat like this, especially when it happened in my house. You're my responsibility to fix."
"I know the drill, Killian: the contract, the reputation, all that rubbish." I cut him off, feeling a surge of that old stubbornness rise up. "But I don't need a bodyguard. I don't need high-maintenance food sent in every day. I just need you to go back to the way it was."
I looked at him pleadingly, hating the weakness in my voice. "Go back to ignoring me. Go back to being the cold, distant guy who stays out of my way. I'm fine. This was a fluke, an accident, not a full-blown war."
I hated this sudden shift. I hated the feeling of being cared for, be
