Kylie's pov
"Maren's going to worry, if she sees you holding on to me this way." I told Elijah as he walked me down to Maren's house, his hand firmly encircling my waste, as though I could trip and fall at any point.
"I don’t really care what Maren thinks at this point. I'm not giving room for something terrible to happen to you, I'd never forgive myself if it did." Elijah said firmly, and I sighed. At this point, I couldn't help but wonder why I still tried to deter him when he got protective and acted like a mother hen. He was simply Elijah acting like Elijah.
"Jason's going to lock Mitchell up?" I asked, trying to distract myself and Elijah from how unwell I felt.
"for the time being , yes. She's a danger to herself, and other people it seems. It's the best choice."
"hmm." I murmur
