Candido looked toward the door. “I’ll be there soon.”
I heard whoever it was walking away from the door then he turned to the cabinet to pull out clothes.
“What about me?”
“You should get some more rest,” Candido said as he tossed clothes onto the bed for himself. “You’re still a bit too injured to be doing much of anything.”
I grit my teeth. “You’re doing it again. You… You can’t push me out of this or protect me from it. We’re in this together. I’m going, and your aunt said you need more rest!”
He licked his lips and turned his head. His eyes flickered with light as they dragged over me.
“You… are a distraction,” Candido said, his voice low and rough, more of a rumble than anything. “Right now, I can’t afford distractions. Stay here, Hedy, and get some rest.”
I set my jaw. “I’m g
