The door to the safe room had been opened, and Brent rushed out and embraced me. "You should have let me fight," he said.

"My job is to protect you, even from yourself," I said.

"Baby, I'll call you back when things calm down, we've got some cleanup here too." I closed the conference and checked on my Enforcers. When the last had been sent to Medical with the doctors, Brent ordered me to follow. "Why? I'm going to be fine, it's just some slashes."

"Humor me," he said. "And if you can't do that, it's an order. We've got plenty of people who can take care of this mess."...