I try to put some space between us, stalking several steps ahead, thinking furiously. I refuse to be some damsel in distress, waiting around all the time for the ‘men-folk’ to always come rescue me or come up with all the ‘big ideas’. But at the same time, a quiet little voice in my mind whispers that maybe Ward does have a point. I could be a distraction to him, if he spends too much time watching out for me instead of himself. He hadn’t exactly made it a secret how possessive and protective his instincts were, especially now that I was pregnant. Plus Ives’ recent vengeful hatred. I let out an enraged shriek fisting my hands in my hair. If Ives did set up some kind of partnership with the rebels, there is no telling how much danger it could put myself, Ward and the child in. I res
