Chapter 242. Untouchable

“I know this world is dark,” he continued, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I know you don’t belong in it. But I will never let it touch you. I will never let anyone lay a finger on you.”

She wanted to protest, to tell him that the violence unsettled her, that the sight of blood had made her stomach lurch. But there was something deeper in his gaze—something raw, possessive, unshakable.

She didn’t know how to respond. A part of her understood his logic. The other part—the part that still clung to her moral compass—struggled to digest the level of violence she had witnessed. But she knew one thing for sure: he had done all of it for her. To protect her.

He cupped her face, his thumb gently brushing over her cheek. “I know this is a lot for you to take in.” His voice had softened, the deadly edge momentarily gone. “You don’t have to worry about anything. No one will ever dare to look at you the wron