Aron moved quickly in front of Nevaeh, assessing her, holding her hand as she howled at it with fury and pain. A sound that punched him in the gut and graveled his soul. Burning in claret red, the lines of the demon Isad’s tattoo hummed to life. What was that demon doing to her? Why now?
Levi flanked Aron, equally as mortified. “Nev! Are you ok?” He balked, his eyes growing large, hands hovering next to her and Aron’s, anxious to intervene, not sure what to do.
As he watched him, Aron realized for the first time that he had taken over Levi’s usual job of protecting Nevaeh, and her cousin was confused on what his boundaries were now. For that, he was eternally grateful she had someone like Levi to have been there for her before they had met.
Nevaeh blinked at unwanted te
