“Who did this to you, baby?” His tone promises violence, and my heart sings with the need for vengeance. No matter what I’ve done, I didn’t deserve this. I try to inch closer to him. My face in his neck, my arms locked around his shoulders. He walks carefully, mindful that every step jostles me. “Ian,” I whisper in his ear. His exhale is loud and sharp. “I’m going to kill him.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “He’ll pay for this, baby.”
