“Hey,” I whisper. “You’re with a monster, remember? No one is going to hurt you here.” I, however, am going to kill that motherfucker. Slowly. And with great pleasure. She lifts her head then, her eyes full of tears. “You’d protect me?” “You’re fucking right I would.” The words are out before I really think about them, but they settle over me like a warm blanket. I mean them.
