17

“You almost died a few days ago,” I said, taking a step toward her. “There is no reason for you to be going on missions when you’re not fully healed. You need to recover physically…and mentally,” I added with a shrug.

Her eyes flashed. “What I do, and how I choose to recover, is not your business, Wyatt.”

“It is my business when I’m always running around and saving you from danger.”

Kira grabbed her sandwich and hurled it in my direction. I dodged, and the sandwich hit the wall with a sad little thump and slid to the floor, leaving a trail of peanut butter in its wake.

“I guess you haven’t heard the good news. You won’t have to worry about saving me anymore. I’ve just been terminated as a Tranquility Operative. Effective immediately. I’ve been fired.”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. What? The council fired Kira? The words didn’t make sense. All the ribbing about having to be her white knight and swooping in to save her was mostly my way of getting under her skin. Kira was the be