“Well…” Nate begins, standing from the bed and walking toward me. “When it comes to real shit, I mean shit he cares about—which is pretty much nothing, aside from you—you’re safe. I can vouch for that, Kitty.” He pulls some loose strands out from under my shirt. “He won’t hurt you.” “Promise?” I ask, looking into his eyes. Nate nods. “I promise.”
