Zeke trusts me with her, and I can’t break that trust.
“Why don’t you go and clean yourself up? I’ll get you some ice for your face.”
Reluctantly, she pulls out of my arms. I’m just as loathe to let her go, but I do.
She stands. “Ryan?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want you to die for me.”
With those parting words, she makes her way towards the bedrooms.