“Ash, wait!” He stopped and faced her. His eyes were like black ice. “What?” “I want to help.” “I don’t need your help.” “But I have the Sahar. I could – ” “I don’t want your help.” She gritted her teeth. “Lyre is my friend and I’m helping whether you like it or not.” His gaze raked her. “Fine. But don’t get in the way.”
