He headed toward the stairs, and I grabbed his arm, halting him, hoping to God he could read the honesty in my expression. “I know how special she is. I would never do anything to hurt her. You’ve got to believe after all this time that I wouldn’t do that to her. To either of you.” Pain ripped through me like my ribs were being torn apart. “I love her, and I’ll fight for her, Marcus. Even if that means fighting you.”
