She had to admit that he had a point - he had told her to take a vacation, and she hadn't listened. Maybe she should have; if she had, she wouldn't have run into Conti when she did, and she sure as fuck wouldn't be laid up in a hospital bed. Of course, it was also possible she'd have still run into the same fucking problems either way. It wasn't like she could have taken an indefinite vacation until shit was solved, which seemed to be what Cian had wanted.
His softer tone caught her a bit off guard, and without thinking, she reached for his hand. It had been years since she'd done that, after he'd cut off all forms of contact with her. She expected him to pull away as soon as her fingers wrapped around his. She could blame temporary insanity, if she had to.
"Taken away by Monaco and Banes," she told him. Monaco had said he'd come by later, let her know what was happening, but it wasn't going to do them any good. "Their justice system is crap, but Conti is Guild. You think the Spymaster is going to let him walk?"