“Fine. Just…don’t roll your window down.” As he wrenches himself away from me, sliding back into his seat like a piece of metal drawn to a magnet, I frown. “What, is someone worse than you going to grab me or something?” Tugging at the collar of his dress shirt, Kal gives me a stern look. One I feel straight to my core. “There are many things out there worse than me, little one. And it’s not a matter of if they come for you but when.” His voice is flat, unwavering, whatever episode he had seconds ago completely forgotten as his mask of composition morphs back into place. “I didn’t marry you so
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