“Because you’re usually being an uptight ass about nothing,” he says. “This is not nothing. The pakhan is pissed.”
I wave a hand in the air. “You don’t have to be afraid of him.”
“I’m not afraid of him; I’m afraid for you,” he says. “There’s a difference.”
I hear Cora’s voice in my head. Be careful.
For all Yasha’s fuckery, I’ve always known he cares. I know I can count on him. The fact that Cora has now joined ranks with him in bothering to worry about me is something I can’t quite grasp.
“Don’t waste your time with either. I’m fine.”
“You’re fine right now,” Yasha counters. “What I’m worried about is what happens when this is over. I’m worried what will happen when—if—you have to cut the bait.”
My father took his rainclouds with him, but I feel another storm brewing as I turn to Y
