Chapter 36

It all comes out in a whoosh as though ejecting some of the pent-up shit I have kept in for months.

“I will fucking kill him. We

are

going back, Sophie. I am going to see that fucker myself. You are not running from this! You are coming with me, and I will tear him a new one.” He growls properly this time, and I glance at him timidly, knowing he’s easily riled when he is in fight mode. He has that air of aggression that comes with his fierce protectiveness toward me.

The one thing in life that can bring about scary Arry is anyone messing with me. He cannot and will not tolerate anyone hurting me in any way.

If ever I needed something to remind me of how much he loves me, then it’s this right here. The loss of cool and control and the spike of irrational fierce when he feels he failed to protect me. I reach out to smooth my fingers across his jaw to calm him and scrabble my brain for words that might help.

“I sort of assaulted him. Arrick style.”