-Amber-
“You want me to come?” Everly asked as we sat in the kitchen talking.
“Why not? You’re a skilled warrior,” I said.
Nodding slowly, she looked almost impressed, which confused me.
“What?” I inquired.
“I thought it was just a drunk moment when you suggested me being your warrior,” she teased, winking at me.
“I still mean that,” I assured her, truly wanting her near. There weren’t many I trusted. “But I know you’re also fighting your own battle right now.”
With a sigh, she nodded and reached for the coffee in front of her. Quietly, she took a sip before setting the cup back down.
“That I am…”
She didn’t seem eager to discuss it further, so I didn’t press. Then the door opened, and Grayson walked in. Though he was up and about again, his arm was still in a sling.
“Well, well
