“You dare threaten my precious treasure?” Hux asks, taking a threatening step forward. As much as I find his despotic, kick-ass attitude attractive, I don’t want him fighting my battles. And I especially don’t want him getting in trouble because of me. “Tone it down there, Tarzan,” I say, placing my hand on his chest to push him back. “He’s my teacher. He’s not actually going to harm me.”
