strangled out, fingers shakily tracing my cuts and bruises. “He’s a lot older and a lot bigger than you.” “Maybe right now,” I begrudgingly agreed. “But he won’t always be.” Snatching up her hand in mine, I pressed a kiss to her scarred wrist. “I’m going to grow up, Liz. One day, I’ll be a man, and if that prick even looks in your direction, I’ll put him in the ground.” Her eyes widened to saucers. “You w-would kill him?” “If he touched you? Absolutely,” I confirmed grimly. “And I wouldn’t feel bad about it, either.”
i love hugh
