            "It’s not your safety I worry about." He rose, the cable-knit blanket that had been draped over his lap pooling on the floor. When he reached her, warm hands slid up her arms, fingers curling into her shoulders. She sighed, meeting his sharp gaze with a sad smile. "If Black lashes out as the man is clearly prone to do, or if he refuses to return...promise me you will not chase after him on your own."