Fuck me, I thought I’d lost her. I thought he’d fucking killed her, and even now, holding her trembling form in my arms, I could barely believe it. Panic and rage were warring with each other, and I had to fight not to squeeze her tighter, to fucking embed her so deeply in me that she could never be in danger again. So I could protect her, by surrounding her with me, and never letting anything bad happen to her.
