" Armand towed me up and Jesse hustled me away. I staggered against him, looking past his shoulder just in time to see my nightgown dance over the rim of the roof, a twirling, empty ballerina blowing away to the stars. “That was stupid,” I said loudly. “Too right it was.” None of Armand’s fury had left him. “No, I mean of you. Following me like that. You could have been killed!” “ were doing well enough until you-did that! Went to smoke like that.” “He couldn’t shoot smoke!” “He could have shot the half-wit on of him!” “But he didn’t!” I swallowed, a lump of something sick rising in my throat. “I didn’t kill him, did I?” Armand seemed to shrink a little. He looked back at the duke and shook his head. “No. I think you knocked him out. He’s breathing.” “Has anyone a coat?” I asked, and found myself crumpling down to the roof, a leisurely sort of collapse. Armand grabbed me by the arm again and I managed to remain seated instead of prone. “Dragon-girl.” Jesse was stripping off his shirt. “Bravest girl. I keep telling you to eat more. "