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"So am I." He stepped closer. "There are security guards everywhere. The set is practically overflowing with them. I'll ask one of them to stick with me if it'll make you feel better."

"It won’t,” I told him bluntly.

"I'm aware." Logan clapped my uninjured shoulder. "I'll be fine."

The problem was that people always said that right before they weren't. Still, there were security personnel everywhere. The storm had everyone on high alert.

Logan was right yet again, and I was beginning to dislike how often that happened lately. Reluctantly, I nodded. "One guard minimum,” I told him. "And radio check-ins.”

"You're adorable when you're overprotective,” Logan said with a grin.

"I am not adorable,” I grumped out.

I glared at him. Logan disappeared into the rain before I could continue the argument. Nico wrapped a hand around my wrist. I looked down, surprised.

"Come with me now,” Nice said.

Before I could object, he started walking fast. In fact, if I wasn't mistaken, he was very nearly dragging me.

"Hey, slow down,” I told him. "No need to be forceful."

He huffed, muttered something beneath his breath that sounded suspiciously rude.

"What was that?" I asked.

“You didn’t hear anything,” he said, and kept walking.

"Nico, wait a moment,” I said.

Finally, he spun toward me. Rain dripped from his hair. His hoodie was soaked through, and his eyes flashed with irritation.

"What is your problem?" I asked.The words came out sharper than I intended.

His expression somehow managed to become even more irritated. “You’re asking me what my problem is?”

I nodded, unsure why he seemed so angry.

"You really don't know?"

"Explain it to me, please,” I said.

For a moment he just stared at me, then he threw his hands into the air. "You almost got hurt!"

The words echoed louder than I expected, and the emotion behind them took me slightly aback. Nico was really worried about me, I thought, feeling a tad guilty.

Nico continued before I could respond. "Do you have any idea how stupid that was?"

"He was going to get seriously injured or even die if I didn’t intervene,” I reminded him.

"That doesn't mean you had to launch yourself under several tons of falling metal!"

"I was doing my job,” I said.

"You're always doing your job."

The words hit harder than they should have. He ran a hand through his rain-soaked hair. "You could've been crushed,” Nico said.

"But I wasn't."