“It’s not pity you’re seeing when you look in my eyes.” I arch a brow. “Oh, no? What is it then?” “It’s the same thing I saw in your eyes last night when I took Petroski’s stick to the face.” He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. “It’s the kind of loyalty you feel when someone hurts the person you love. The kind where you’ll do anything in your power to protect them.” He brings his lips to mine. “It’s loving someone so fiercely and hoping it’s enough to glue together all the broken pieces of their past.”
