“I know, I know.” Noah quickly wiped his face, hand running through his hair as he took a wobbling sigh. “That was stupid of me to ask. It’s not fair—I mean, you’re hurt, but…” Again, he ran his hands across his face, eyes hazing up while he spoke. “Forget what I said. This isn’t your fight; you’re as in much danger as my brother is. I’m sorry.”
God, but why did I feel so guilty about saying no? What he wanted me to do was crazy; what could I even do to help? Aside from loudly walking around some secluded area, I wasn’t any more useful than living, breathing bait. But, for some unmistakable reason, this felt entirely like my responsibility.
I quietly waited for Noah to collect himself, continue to futz around with the chain around his neck while blinking furiously. “Noah?” I gestured w
