Daji's words, "I'd light the fire myself," make me sit up in bed.
She barks in protest. "HEY. I was just getting comfortable."
"Then don't drop a bombshell like that," I reply. "You would torch the Wendigo rather than let the Consortium--or entitled male diva me--ruin it?"
"In none of those scenarios where you were a bad boss did you endanger the world," she huffs. "But if you did, I would torch the Wendigo."
"I have a better idea. You're a Thomas now. Family is not always about blood or DNA. I'd hope that you would kick my bad boss ass to the curb and take over the Wendigo yourself. You could do it. My parents and grandparents would help you kick me into next week."
Her eyes go wide. "You mean it? You'd want me to do that?"
I grin, though I'm dead serious. "If you couldn't get through my thick skull, yes. I'd hope it would be the wake-up call I'd need to change direction--straighten up and fly right, as the old song says."
