“I promised you I would keep you safe,” I said.
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No. Not like this.”
I frowned. “Angie?”
I stepped closer to her, and when I crouched down, she scurried away. I felt a pain in my chest. She was afraid of me. Terrified. I raised my hands to show her that I meant her no harm.
“Angie, it’s me. You don’t have to run from me.”
She got up and did just that. At first, she headed toward Ta’sha but changed her mind. To my surprise, she actually moved closer to the Nakkoni who’d just given up on trying to wake his brother.
“Stay away!” She threw her bag over one shoulder and looked around her. She grabbed the nearest dagger she could find and held it close to her body. “I mean it, Thev’rar. Stay back.”
My heart sank. Angie had seen my beast, and now she was lost to me.