“He hurt you. He hurt what’s mine.” “You’re going to kill him,” I hiss. “Small price to pay for touching you.” “I hate him, too, but I’m not ready to lose you this way.” My voice is loud and clear. “He’s not worth it.” Aiden’s head tilts in my direction. His steel eyes immediately soften when they meet mine. I fall to my knees beside him, uncaring about the water soaking my skin, and grip his arm. The tight muscles ripple underneath my touch. “He’s not important, Aiden. You are.”
