“I know, and he won’t be for long,” he vows. “I will fucking kill him for what he did to you and my brothers. I’ll bring you his fucking heart on a goddamn platter if it will stop this.” I must look confused because he slides his hands up my body to cup my face. “This vagueness, this nothingness, you pulling away from us to protect yourself and drive off the hurt—guess what, Nova? It hurts, so fucking let it. Do not shut everyone out just because you’re scared.”
