“You’re ours,” he said. “Your safety, security, and well-being is our responsibility. You’ve entrusted yourself to us, Jess. We take that decision seriously.” “We always protect what’s ours,” said Lucas. He stood beside Manson, and although his expression was reserved, I could see the love in his eyes. Love for me. For us. “We couldn’t decide who gets to hold the key,” Jason said. “So we’re getting three extra ones made so we can all have one.”
