“What were you thinking?” He patted her face with cool clothes, more for his own peace of mind than anything else. She was already healing.
“I just wanted to see a glimpse of it,” she muttered sullenly. “Just a…sliver. I didn’t think I would burn that fast.”
He fought back the scream he wanted to level at her. “You’re too young, Tesoro. You just—” He broke off and clutched her to his chest, frightened beyond words. “Do you realize what would have happened if I hadn’t been quick enough?”
“Crispy critter,” she said as she pulled away from him. “I’m fine.”
“Do not make light of this.”
“Do not order me around.”
He clutched her shoulders again and spoke in a hard voice, holding fast when she tried to squirm away. “Do you realize what it would do to me? To Benjamin?”
“To Isadora? To Caspar? How about Carwyn?”
“Shut up!” She shoved him away and tried to stand, but her eyes were still blinded from the seconds of sun she had felt on her face.
“How about Dez? Matt? Isabel? Gustavo? Tenzin?”
“Tenzin does not give two shits about me, Gio!” She rose to her feet and grabbed the back of the couch.
He grabbed her hand. “You know that’s not true.”
“Then where the hell is she?”