“What do you mean by that, Sierra?” His words ache in the worst way, settling deep in my gut. I swallow thickly while touching his scruffy jaw, overwhelmed with the need to relax him before he does something stupid. Suddenly his cold brown eyes move from the wall to me, pinning me with a look tainted with the desire to punish. “Did somebody say something to you? Fuck. Did somebody touch you? I’ll kill them.” He spits the words like he’s disgusted by them. I flinch, and his eyes soften slightly, his grip on my hair loosening.
