Chapter Thirteen: The Gate
Theo zipped the last of his things into the duffel carefully. He glanced at Danielle once, then dropped the bag by the door.
"Listen," he started with a flat voice. "Someone else will be coming to watch you. Don't make trouble while they sort it. You need to rest, study, whatever."
Danielle sat on the edge of her bed, and folded her arms. Her eyes were red but still couldn't hide the hatred now. "You leaving?" she asked without surprise.
"Yes," Theo answered. "For now. You'll be safer with the new detail."
She rose so fast her chair scraped the floor. "You're a coward," she spat. "All talk. You run away the minute things get hot." She crossed the room in a few hard steps and punched him square in the chest. The blow wasn't hard…she was tired…but it landed with meaning.
Theo only blinked. For a beat he looked like a man who had expected something worse and was annoyed. "Is that all?" he said quietly.
