OVERPROTECTIVE
Ava's eyes widened in understanding, then narrowed dangerously. "Tell me that slimeball didn't--"
"Can we not?" Kylie pleaded. "I really, really don't want to think about it right now. How about we watch a movie or something? I could use the distraction."
Ava looked like she wanted to argue, but finally nodded. "Fine. But this conversation isn't over."
As Ava flipped through the TV channels, Kylie found her gaze drawn to Dante. His stillness was unnerving, like a statue come to life.
"Um, Dante?" she ventured. "You don't have to stand there all night. It's kind of freaking me out. Would you mind... sitting down?"
Dante considered her for a moment, then moved to the vacant armchair. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt and a holster containing what
