“You’re so focused on proving you can protect her that you forget to actually care for her.” “I do care,” I growl. “Or at least, I would. If she’d fucking let me.” “Oh, she’ll let you. You just have to know what to do.” “I’m supposed to—what? Serenade her? Buy chocolates?” Kosti barks a laugh. “God, no. She’d fling them at your head.”
