"What do you mean?" Lyse demanded, pushing herself up against the headboard. The movement made her head spin slightly, an effect of Levi's unsettling proclamation.
"You have to live here for the time being, until things get sorted," Levi repeated. His voice was dropped to a low, soothing register, the kind one might use to calm a skittish mare in a lightning storm. He didn't move toward her, sensing that any intrusion into her personal space right now would only make her bolt.
"What things are getting sorted?" Lyse asked, her arms akimbo over the duvet. "I know that you have been a tremendous help in the past few days and believe me, I'm grateful for the lack of bullet holes in my skin but that does not mean I am not serious about the divorce, Levi. Being saved doesn't mean I'm being reclaimed."
