“Yes,” I whispered.
“Will you fight for her?” Max asked next.
“Yes.” I hung my head.
“All right.” Colt rubbed his hands together. “We have four hours until the barbecue starts, and right now, Jason smells like beer and whatever the hell Max puts in his whiskey. Let’s get him fed, cleaned up, and ready to rescue the girl from her tower.”
I didn’t say anything.
I just thought the words.
Felt them in my soul.
She was the one saving me.
Always the one saving me.
My light.
My soul.
I’d always felt like she was better than I deserved, and when she’d proven me right, a part of me had died inside.
I wasn’t sure I could handle it again.