Lowering my head, I press a kiss to her hair. “I’ve got you. Okay?” She nods, her sobs breaking my fucking heart. “I won’t let you get hurt again,” I promise. Kiara wraps her free arm around my lower back, pressing closer to me. Knowing she’s looking for safety in my arms makes possessiveness pour through my veins. “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t see what was happening.”
