“And Sky—” I start. “Don’t worry about Sky.” “Easy for you to say. She’s not known for showing restraint. You just snapped her neck in the middle of the restaurant because, well…why? Because she called me trash? I’ll admit I was really hoping you’d set her straight but—” “No one is allowed to speak to you that way.” His gaze cuts to me quickly before returning to the road. The leather steering wheel groans beneath his grip. “If someone does, you’re to tell me.”
