She glances at me, like she’s remembering what I whispered against her ear at the bar. I told Sulli, “Akara would never hurt you. He just did what he thought was right. And you can try to shove me back all night, all day. But I’m seven-inches taller and can throw you over my shoulder.” Ever since I said that last part, she’s been looking at me like she wants to competitively test that.
