Chapter 83
Dante walked her to the door, his expression understanding. "He'll be fine," he said quietly. "We'll play games and watch movies and I'll make sure he eats properly and takes his medicine and doesn't touch anything dangerous. And you'll be back in"—he checked his watch—"probably eight hours. Less if you can get away early."
"I know," Ravyn said, but her chest was tight with the familiar anxiety of separation. "I just worry."
"I know you do," Dante said. "But hey—look at me. I'm not entirely useless. Just because I like being f****d by men doesn't mean I can't protect a child. I'm still an Archer. We might be terrible people in general, but we know how to defend what's ours. And Rhysand is ours. I'd die before I let anything happen to him."
The casual vulgarity mixed with fie
