“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you,” he says softly, hearing the tears in my voice.

I close my eyes and let the comforting scent of citrus and cedar from Nathan’s coat calm me. Slowly, I begin to steady myself.

“Why did you do that?” he asks after a long silence.

“Do what?” I murmur, unsure what he means.

“Whatever you did to provoke Oliver like that. Do you have any idea how much danger you were in?”

“I—I don’t care anymore,” I say, my voice ...