“I understand the desire to make this place soar, Revan. To make Naked Den a legend. But you can still achieve that without keeping her in such close proximity.” She looked at me with gentle imploring. “Look at what it's doing to you. She is toxic for you.”
“That need to see this place thrive means more to me right now than any laid-out revenge, Jesse,” I said quietly. “She is more useful to me here than rotting in a forgotten cell.”
“Not if it drags you back into darkness. I have not seen you this strung out in years. You look exhausted—unhinged, even. If this continues, you may start having flashbacks. And we both know what comes next.”
She waited for me to speak, but I did not. There was nothing to say.
So, she continued. “Nightmares. The closet refuge. Rain and thunder enemies in
