“Aw c’mon. You know I’d never let anything happen to my girl,” he smiles as he takes a step towards her. My teeth clench together and my jaw ticks at the way he so casually refers to Scar as his girl. She’s not his girl. She’s not anyone’s. But if she was going to be anyone’s, she’d be mine, obviously. We haven’t been best friends for two decades for nothing.
