"I have to go somewhere," he said abruptly.
She frowned, and he couldn't tell if she were more disappointed or relieved at his news.
"You'll be safe here. Giovanni is an immortal."
"Giovanni?" she echoed, surprised. "Hannah must not know. She can't keep secrets like that."
"She doesn't. I'll be back soon enough."
She looked as if she wanted to say something, then crossed her arms with a glare. He didn't want to try to interpret the look or await her scathing return, not when he needed to find a place for them go to. Instead, he started walking away and summoned his powers, wondering which of his brothers could be coerced into giving him what he wanted.
"Rhyn, wait!" she called.
He faced her. She approached him, gaze troubled once again.
"Kris sent me an apology," she started.
"And?" he asked impatiently.
"He said he knows someone older than him who can put my life back the way it was."
Her words surprised him. She didn't meet his gaze.
"He said he only needed two months of my time, and even if he didn't do what he needed to at the end of it, he'd let me have my life back."
"You trust him after what he did to you?" he demanded.
"He's not a bad person, Rhyn. If he's making the offer, he'll keep his word," she said. "I can't live like this, Rhyn. I won't make it."
Stunned, he waited. She fell silent.
"You said you loved me last night," he said at last. "I'm leaving now so I can find a safe place for you."
"I was tired and probably half-drunk," she whispered.
"I read your mind."
"And you wonder why I want out of this world?" she snapped, fire lighting up her features. "It doesn't matter what I feel, Rhyn, when I know I don't belong in this world or here with you, and I know without a doubt I won't survive, even if you find some place on another planet to stash me! I don't want that, Rhyn!"
"Gio and Hannah say your life sucks as it is," he pointed out.
"But it's my life, even if it does suck. You try but you can't protect me, Rhyn, which you've proven a dozen times over. Two months is all Kris asks, and I'm free. What do you have to offer?"
He said nothing. He had nothing. They both knew it. She turned away, but he saw the tears gathering in her eyes. He'd never felt inadequate in his long existence until he stood before a mere mortal with the knowledge he had nothing to offer her.