She shakes her head. "We were all pushed to our limits. A few days of soreness and one bruised rib aren't enough for me be angry with you. You did what you had to, same as I did. That earns respect, not anger."

She won't say she deserved to be hurt for her part in Carver's dissociation or pain, but the thought is there. At least that was retribution that made sense. That was the only fucking part of what happened between the three of them that made sense.

This fucking city. She can't change it, but dreams will she burn and stain parts of it while she can.

"If there's nothing else, I'll ask who you'd like to go see tonight." Her lips pull into the barest hint of a dark smile. "I have plenty of suggestions, but last time we met like this, I led us. It's your turn now. Lead, tell me where you need me, and you'll have whoever you want wherever you want them."