When he reaches her, and his arm rears back, I dart forward. My hand clamps around his wrist, effectively stopping the slap he was going to give Tiana. Our eyes lock, and the air tenses. Shaking my head, I say, “No one will touch Tiana. She’s under my protection.” “Not for fucking long,” he hisses at me, a storm brewing in his eyes. Alek is a good friend, but so help me God, I will knock his father on his ass if he tries to touch Tiana.
