I hum thoughtfully, wanting to click my tongue at her, though I restrain the impulse. She's a grown woman, and I have to let her be her.

"That's not the point," I protest as I let her go when we reach the car, opening the passenger door for her. It's a nice enough day that I have the top down; I always love driving with the top down.

I settle into the driver's side and glance around before I look back at her, my voice low and serious. "You know that's not what I mean. We don't know who's working for the darkness gathering here. They could look very appealing."