She’s a walking contradiction,” Amos said. He paced the room, his heavy footsteps echoing on the polished marble. “And look at you, she nearly killed you.” Simon shifted in his chair and grimaced. Holding a hand to his side, he leaned forward to grab the glass of whiskey. It would be another day or so before he was fully healed, and in the meantime he had to endure the momentary discomfort whenever he changed positions. He regarded the other man a moment. People were so quick to condemn Dana for her actions, but without her, he wouldn’t be sitting in his leather chair sipping a whiskey. “What possessed you to grab her hand? If you’d been injured, there were enough of us there to heal you. Danny should’ve done something about his sister a long time ago. She’s a menace, an absolute menace. One of these days she’s going to kill someone. Is that what it’s going to take to get the Council to listen to reason?” “You wouldn’t be thinking of the daughter Dana couldn’t save, are you?”
