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“Yes.”

My stomach tightens.

“Am I in danger?”

He meets my eyes.

“I don't know yet.”

At least that's an honest answer.

“Then shouldn't I know what you're investigating?”

“When we have something solid, you will.”

“That's unacceptable.”

“Madison.”

“No. You don't get to decide what information I'm allowed to have.”

His jaw tightens.

“And you don't get to wander into a situation you don't understand and make it worse.”

I push my chair back and stand.

A mistake.

The room tilts slightly.

Torch catches my elbow before I lose my balance.

“Easy.”

“I'm fine.”

“Razor told you to rest.”

“And I'm trying to have a conversation.”

“Then have it sitting down.”

I glare at him.

Unfortunately, the dizziness isn't helping my argument.

He guides me back into the chair and waits until I'm steady before letting go.

Then his gaze flicks toward the men at the next table.

One of them is watching us.

Torch lowers his voice.

“There's a quieter room down the hall. You can lie down for a while.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”