“Are you okay?” She stares up at me. “I don’t know.” Fucking hell. She starts to get upset again, and no amount of fear could stop me from wrapping my arms around her right now. “Come here,” I say, pulling her against me while being careful not to hurt her. “We’ll figure it out. Okay? You’re safe. I promise.” She leans the side of her head against me and finds the comfort she’s looking for in me. Not Cam. Not Mali. Me. Which is exactly where she fucking belongs—in my arms.
