I hold onto her tightly, probably stronger than I should considering my bruises and I try to think through what I want to say. "I know you like it, but I want you to have better than what you have now." A better life and a safer one.

"And my first decision is that you need to go to bed. It's late." Pressing a kiss to her temple, I look down. "Even three-hundred year olds have a bedtime, okay, and it's way past yours. I can take care of all of this."