QUOTE : Then why are we fighting?”<br /><br />He dropped his hand and it curled into a fist. “Because you putting yourself in danger terrifies me, and yet you do it all the time.”<br /><br />I wished I could reach up and, with a wave of my hand, erase the fear I saw lurking in his eyes. So little scared him. It didn’t seem right that I was the cause of his worst fears.<br /><br />“Not <i>all</i> the time,” I said with a little palm-open gesture. “Sometimes I’m as cautious as a baby rabbit.”<br /><br />“Really.” He raised a brow. “Like when you set someone on fire?”<br /><br />“Only people who choke me. And it was technically her hat. An ugly one. That hat needed burning.”<br /><br />His lips twitched. “It was a particularly grotesque hat, I’ll give you that much.