“Everyone rushed to get out of the store, but I’m so afraid someone was hurt or killed. And it’s all my fault. If I’d stopped to think, I could’ve stalled her, said I’d think about it.”

He heard the guilt in her voice and wanted to find Airmid so he could stuff a few of Cinn’s plants down her throat. “Don’t blame yourself. You’re not the one who destroyed the store. Airmid could’ve chosen a different way to act out her temper tantrum.” He thought about calling Holgarth and asking him to check the news, but Cinn wouldn’t want him to shield her from the truth. “Look, I’ll turn on the TV and see if we can find out anything.” As he reached for the remote, he hoped no one had died. But if they had, he’d be there to help her through it.

The first local station he hit had a video of the wreckage. Wow, Airmid didn’t hold back when she got ticked. He glanced at Cinn to see her reaction. Her face looked calm, but she’d clenched her hands in her lap.

The reporter said the one thing Cinn needed to hear. “It was a miracle everyone got out. Officials reported only a few people with cuts and bruises. Amazingly, one part of the store remained untouched.”

The camera panned past the rest of the destroyed store to focus on the garden section. All of the plants stood in perfect rows surrounded by pots, rakes, plant food, and other stuff connected to them.

“Airmid takes care of her own.” Cinn sounded exhausted but relieved.

“Why don’t you rest for a while?” You can rest on my bed if you want. No, bad idea. He’d never survive, knowing she was in his bed, never get the sensual scent of her out of his head. She’d haunt his bed forever.

She shook her head. “I have to go to my plants. Bain is guarding them, but I want to be there if Airmid tries anything. Besides, I need to check on Vince.”

Dacian clenched his jaw, forcing his words back. He didn’t give a flip about the plants. Okay, so maybe he cared a little about Vince. But she’d angered a goddess. Didn’t she realize how much danger she was in? Hadn’t she learned anything from her little shopping trip?

She glanced at him and then smiled. “I can’t read minds, but I can sure read your expression. That vampire mask is slipping. Yes, I’m worried about me. I’d be stupid not to. But right now I don’t know what to do to change Airmid’s mind. The one thing she wants, I won’t do. I won’t kill my plants.”