“Thank you,” I said. I stepped into his arms, and he held me there, my cheek against his chest. I felt safe in his arms—the safest I’d felt in a long time. It was starting to scare me.
i gotta call this shit now in writing he's defo stahl's son and if i am wrong i will just die or something idk BUT LIKE I GENUINELY THINK HE WANTS TO HELP IF HE DOESN'T IDK WHAT HE'S DOING HERE AND HE WAS SO ADAMANT ON STAHL BEING A KILLER AND WHATEVER
