Chapter 38: Not a Bystander

They talked until nearly one in the morning, and somewhere around midnight Mia realized she'd stopped being angry in the way that made her want him gone, and started being angry in the more useful way — the kind that wanted to fix something, together, with her sleeves rolled up. "Here's what I need you to understand," she said, sitting cross-legged on the couch now, coat and armor both finally se...