“Don’t thank me yet.” Shinjiro wiped his nose on his sleeve and then peered around again. “Thank me once the Dark Hour is over and you’re safe.”

And if she forgot what happened the way most people did? He wouldn’t be offended if she didn’t remember. He didn’t need thanks.

Shinjiro nodded toward the street. “This way. I think I remember a place we can hole up in till this passes.”