“You wouldn’t have hurt me,” Eli reasoned. “And I couldn’t fight with you.”
Kathryn scoffed. “What did you think would happen if we crossed paths? I had no idea it was you in that tin can. I could’ve kill you before you had the chance to tell me.”
“You don’t kill people.”
He knew some of her crimes. You couldn’t be labeled a supervillain and member of the VA without breaking the law. And he knew killing was against the VA’s code of ethics. Kathryn may have maimed people, but she wasn’t a murderer.
“I could always make exceptions.” She glared at him. “And what if on that day I decided that I was okay with murdering someone, you were the unlucky idiot in my way?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “That didn’t happen.”
“It could have.”
He sighed. “But it didn’t, Kat. Everything is okay.”
“It is not okay,” she retorted. “I made a promise to mom when she died that I would take care of you. And now, you’re flying around in a metal jumpsuit just asking to be shot down.”