Well, that was a strange thing to say, I thought, as I started the fire. People wanted to hurt and kill her... what was going on? I was silent as I refilled our glasses of wine. When I sat back down, I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her in close. "... What do you mean, hurt or kill you? Why would you even think about such things?" I asked, the worry evident in my voice. Was she in some kind of trouble? Had she done something?