“Riley - “Don’t worry, there are many safeguards in place. Unless you want me to have Logan explain—”

Trella - “No! I trust you.”

He clutched his hands to his chest. “She… Gasp… Trusts me! Call for medical aid stat!”

I swung at him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet.

Snaking his arms around my waist, he said, “We need to celebrate this momentous occasion.”

"What are we celebrating?" Jacob Ashon, Riley's father, asked from the doorway.”