I skid to a halt and stand up. I untie the restraints and Jonah falls into my arms.
"Are you okay?" I ask him.
He nods. "Thank you, Erika," he whispers, and starts to lean in.
Another explosion throws us apart. Jonah smiles and runs for the exit. I follow, slamming the door behind me before the fire spreads further.
We are back in the underground city. I see Jonah wince as he pulls out the knives, but thankfully sympathy and pity aren't clouding my thoughts anymore.
I know Jonah can handle the pain of a knife being pulled from his body. He isn't fragile. It's just . . . something about seeing him helpless like that . . .
I shake it off and we find our way to a bar to recover from . . . well, everything.
"Two waters, please," Jonah says to the Ragian at the counter. He slams down two glasses of water and Jonah hands me one.
"You really trust a Ragian bringing us water?" I ask jokingly as I take a sip, "He could always poison us, you know."
Jonah laughs. He smiles at me and puts my hand in his.
"You saved me," he says.
"Well, you would've done the same- "
"Maybe, but you . . . I mean, I thought I was just a partner to you. We were fighting this war together, but it wasn't . . . "
"What're you . . . "
"What I'm trying to say is- " He stops talking and briefly presses his lips against mine.
He turns away, blushing. I reach out to pull him back, but my arms don't move. I can't move at all.
A small smile spreads across Jonah's face. "I was wondering how long that would take to kick in," he says.