“Why won’t I let you be my guard?” “Yes.” “Because it’s my job to protect you. Not vice versa.” “But –” “Enough, Giulio,” I snap. “Christ.” When he parks the car in front of the restaurant, his tone is remorseful when he says, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes meet mine. “I just want to be able to keep you safe.” Letting out a sigh, I look at him and reply, “And I want to keep you safe. As the oldest between us, it’s my duty.”
