“If he corners you again like that, you call me, okay?” I breathe, staring at her intently. “I can take care of my—” I cut her off. “You. Call. Me. Got it?” I demand, my voice colder than I’d like it to be, fueled by the need to protect her. I soften my voice this time. “You know why Aurora.” It must be the reminder of my father that causes her will to break, her head nodding. “Okay, I will.”
