She shivers, and I want to pull her into my arms, shielding her from the cold as well as everything that’s haunting her. I don’t want to overstep, but the need to protect her is so strong I can’t stop myself. “Can I hold you?” I ask, prepared for whatever answer will come. Her eyes lift slowly, reminding me of a wounded animal. I hate that anyone did this to her. I want to slice that man apart for ever making her fear anything. She should’ve been loved, protected, and cherished. “Will you?” I’ll fucking do anything for her.
