“I won’t let him lay a finger on you,” Nyktos swore, his eyes flashing. My heart tripped. While that was a nice vow for him to make, I knew it stemmed from the knowledge that I carried the embers of life in me. And because Nyktos was decent. Protective. Good. “Thanks, but I’m not worried about what will happen to me.” Nyktos’s jaw hardened. “Of course, not.”
Because he CARES for you
