“Dead.”
She stops moving and almost falls off my back. Payne scoops her up into his arms. I slowly inch away.
Should I walk away and give them some privacy?
Sudden movements might set her off again.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I attacked you.”
That was a very poor attempt, but admirable considering her weakened state.
“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Payne laughs. “You’d need a sledgehammer to hurt Vex. He’s built like a tank.”
Imogene couldn’t even pick up one, let alone swing it in a way that would hurt me, but we can pretend.
“Are you sure?” She stares at me.
“Positive. No harm done. But we can change that.”
“Huh?”
“Payne and I could teach you how to protect yourself.” After she puts a little muscle on her bones or else we’ll end up hurting her more than helping her.
She shakes her head at us. “Doesn’t work. I already took self-defense classes. Almost every woman living alone in Urbium takes them. They didn’t help.”
Payne grunts.
“What? You don’t think I can defend myself?”
“Vex wasn’t offering you a ‘self-defense’ class. He was offering to train you to fight. Those are two very different things.”
“Huh?” Her eyes move between the two of us like we’re speaking a foreign language.
“Self-defense classes teach you basic techniques to scare off an attacker. Vex taught me all the dirty tricks to survive a street fight.”
“Dirty tricks?”
“The dirtiest.” Payne nods.
“I’d like to learn. Maybe next time—”
“There won’t be a next time, Immie. No one is ever going to hurt you again. No one.”
“You can’t protect me all the time.”
Payne pulls her in closer. “I can and I will.”
And that’s my cue to leave them alone.
My phone alerts me that there’s a message from Dahlia as I walk into the bathroom of the gym.
Dahlia: Sitting by the pool missing you.
She sends me a photo of her by the pool in a dress, grinning at the camera.
Only Dahlia would be fully clothed by the pool. I smile down at her.