“Because if it were my fault,” Anna said, “it would mean there was something I could have done about it. It would mean this conflict wasn’t inevitable.”
She sighed when Jack wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close so that she could rest her head on his chest. “Nothing’s inevitable, love,” he whispered. “Nothing.”
She looked up at him, blinking slowly. “Aren’t your people always saying that death and taxes are inevitable?”
It warmed her heart when Jack smiled and smooched her forehead. “Leyrians don’t use money,” he said. “So, they don’t pay taxes. And Grecken Slade has literally come back from the dead. I think we can put that phrase to rest.”
“Fair enough.”
An hour later, Anna was alone in the Scrappy’s briefing room. The lack of furniture made the place seem like a prison cell
