“You’re wounded,” she said. “I failed.”
She thought only of protecting me and damn near got herself killed doing it. Something shifted inside of me. Without thinking, I gathered her into my arms and held her tight for the first time. She melted into me like she had been there a thousand times before.
“You did not fail,” I said. “It wasn’t Slotter who did this to me. I was shot in the back by one of her minions.”