Looking around her, she had a flash of disorientation. A moment before she'd been facing down a very dangerous being deep in the mountains. Now she was back in her mundane house.
"Can he follow us here?'
"If he wants to." Mark shrugged carelessly and she gaped at him.
"Doesn't it worry you that that madman can come into my house at any time and kill us or torture us or goodness knows what he's capable off?"
"He won't enter our house without my permission. He would only enter if he sensed I needed protection or if I break the laws of his people."
She noticed both distinctions in his sentence. Now he considered the house his as well and the enforcer did not care about her protection.
He limped to the couch and she battled tears. "Please take out that thing in your knee."
"No, Sabrina. It is only right that I suffer as you have suffered."