Guardians, My Ass

ELIA

Gahrye had had to physically lift her and carry her—still fighting—upstairs to the suite of rooms Shaw had directed them to use. Then he'd dumped her unceremoniously on the floor and gotten in her face. "You cannot attack the Guardians!"

Elia had stopped fighting, but glared at him, her shoulders rising and falling with her panting breath. "He helped the wolves. He put me there. He doesn't—"

"Would you change it, Elia? If you'd known, would you change it, knowing what you know now? Never come to us?"

"Of course not!"

"Then you cannot be angry at that man for helping it happen!"