Skyla shares a nervous look with me, and I bring her hand up to my mouth, pressing a kiss to it before I nod. “I won’t let him hurt you, I promise.” Normally, I don’t make promises. There is always a risk of breaking them. This one I can be absolutely sure of, though. Mainly because if he even lifts a finger towards her, I’m grabbing the 9mm I have hidden on me and emptying the clip between his eyes.

