Under the table, Armand clenched his good hand into a tight fist. Bridget wouldn't be able to see it. He tried to keep his frustration and tension from his face and voice. He knew he was a terrible liar. "I would die to protect you, Bridget." But then where would that leave the boy? He certainly didn't want to try to drive away one of his precious few friends, even though right now he didn't think he deserved any of them.