“If you’re expecting a thank you, forget it,” Sarah snapped, cutting through his silence. “You’ve made things worse. Those men—they’ll come after me again. You’ve just made me a bigger target.”

Nathan’s expression hardened, bitterness creeping into his voice. “How can you say that? I saved your life.”

“Saved me?” Sarah’s laugh was sharp, humorless. She took a step closer, her anger palpable. “Did I ask for your help? No. You jumped in and now I’m in even more ...