-Bella-
My cousin sat there for a while, staring at me as she processed my words. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she bit her lip. She studied me, tilting her head, while I waited for her response. After a minute or two, she finally spoke, “Who?”
I shook my head. “That doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter! Tell me right now so I can tear the bastard apart!”
I had never seen my cousin like this before—so fiercely protective and angry, like a male defending his female.
“Mary,” I began, but she cut me off.
“We should tell your father and brother right now. I’m sure they’d want to get some good punches in too.”
Just as she was about to stand up, I pulled her back down, holding her in place and shaking my head vigorously.
“No, Mary,” I said firmly. “Remember your promise!”
“But—”
“No, Mar
