He raised his voice with each word, sounding frustrated. “I understand,” I nodded quickly. “But you need to stay here. You can’t go.”
“I can’t let her walk freely. She has to know you’re under my protection, Violet,” Kylan snarled. “She hasn’t even texted me, hasn’t shown up—which is strange for her, so I know she’s plotting something.”
“You can’t leave,” I spoke, determined. “You can’t.”
He exhaled deeply, throwing his head back for a second. “I told you I would respect you, but unless you give me a good reason why I shouldn’t go and confront her—I’m afraid we’ll have to disagree on this one.”
I clenched my fists, knowing he was right on both counts. I was trying to honor the unwritten rule of not telling the one in question too much about a prophecy, but I couldn’t just order him not
