Protective Instincts

Valera reached up and touched his cheek.

“You cannot carry everything alone.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

Magnus leaned into her palm.

“I have you.”

“Yes.”

“Zevran.”

“Yes.”

“Boric.”

“Yes.”

“Our warriors.”

“Yes.”

“Sybil.”

Valera smiled slightly.

“And even Malachi.”

Magnus grimaced.

“Unfortunately.”

Valera laughed softly.

“You are becoming friends.”

“No.”

“You are.”

“We tolerate each other.”

“For Vanya.”

“Y