“Stop, Love.” Rook’s voice is adamant, and he digs his fingers into my uninjured wrist as his gaze slides up to mine. “How many times have I told you about how I kept Oliver from going on a murder spree? Or cleaning up after him? I’m a little surprised it’s you this time. And in the middle of a parking lot. But don’t you dare talk about us wanting you to leave. Because that will never happen. Understand me?”
