He stood silent at her unconcerned breath about the future and how her foes would destroy him and his; he had no concept of those that pursued Dasha, or why their bloodlust would be so tenacious and sated by her demise alone, but he had no desire to meet such people. He could only pray that she did not bring such travesty here to his carnival, not after he had taken a risk in allowing her to stay.
"She will do neither," he said quietly, firmly. "She will not suffer at your hands and she will not burn to ash." This last said with angry, tight resolution, leaving no room for doubt. Arkady would die a hundred deaths before he allowed Adair to be harmed, or to harm herself.