His mate cared for her dam very much—enough to risk herself—and he was not sure how she would deal with losing Dam Hall. He told the healers his mate should never find out what it is like to live without a dam, his threat clear. Grease and soot from engineering clung to his skin and wings and he fluttered them, trying to shake off some of what remained. Exhaustion pulled at him, beckoning him to fall into bed and let sleep claim him. Except he did not believe it would be that simple. He’d left Grace in medical, a bruise marring her cheek and furious words on his tongue. That she’d endanger herself in such a way, leave the safety of their rooms without escort… He shook his head. He could not believe such a thing. Even after speaking with Dam Hall, he could not understand how human females could be so careless. “When a woman grows up depending on no one but herself, she’s gonna continue that way even if she’s no longer alone.”
