The words sounded louder than they were.
She opened her mouth, then shut it. I could see the conflict in her—her pride, her instincts, her protective nature all snarling against the truth she couldn’t ignore.
“And the vision,” I added softly. “We don’t get to be careless right now.”
Her eyes flickered away toward the window. I could see the stiff line of her shoulders, the irritation in her posture—annoyed not at me, but at the situation. At being vulnerable. At the reminder that this wasn’t just about her anymore.
After a long breath she whispered, “Fine.”
I nodded and reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t look at me either. Even so, the faint trembling in her fingers told me everything—the fear she didn’t want me to see, the anxie
