CLAY’S POV
She'd called me first.
In a moment of desperation and fear, I was the first one on her mind.
I have no idea why that thought excited me so much. Gave me a strong sense of purpose I'd never felt better. And made me want to do more for her, to protect her from everything thing that could possibly harm her and Teddy.
Her obvious trust in me was far more satisfying than I imagined it'd be.
The single fact of her contacting me even before the authorities, warmly lodged itself in my chest, even as fear chased right after it.
Through the haze of dedication to my friend, I remembered that she hadn’t called me to share good news or complain about a bad day.
Someone had broken into her house and tried to harm her. Probably harmed her, to an extent.
That thought lit a fire in my ch
