(Alina)
When we got back to the house, my hands were still shaking. Not from fear, but from anger. From the adrenaline. From seeing Jason's face when Damian shot him.
"You okay?" Damian asked as we walked through the front door.
"I'm fine."
"Your hands are shaking."
I looked down. "It's nothing."
"Alina."
"I said it's nothing." I headed toward the stairs. "I need a shower."
"Wait." He grabbed my wrist gently. "Talk to me."
"About what?"
"About what happened back there. About how you're feeling."
I turned to face him. "How do you think I'm feeling? Someone tried to kill you today because of me."
"It's not because of you."
"Yes, it is. Jason hates me. He wants me dead. And he's using you to get to me."
"That's his choice, not yours."
I pulled my wrist free. "It doesn't matter
