His pain seemed to stun El. Her delicacy pained Ryan at that moment, and though he’d tried to stay out of this, let daughter and father handle this alone—his intrusion was required.
Softly, so as not to disturb either of them, he stood, then as he approached El, he curved an arm about her shoulders and gently guided her to the chair he’d just left.
She was shaking in his arms, her tremors making his beast want to rage. Barely containing his Lion, he squeezed her hand once she was huddled in the chair, then took the seat beside her, moving it up so they were closer together and he could keep his arm around her shoulders.
Whatever she was feeling, no matter how scared or freaked out, she had to know that he was there for her.
That, hell, she had four men who would kill to keep her safe.
