(Fiona’s POV)
“Fiona,” his deep husky voice called me gently.
I turned, and there he was—walking toward me looking as calm as I've always known his eyes narrowed straight into mine—that always made my breath hitch. Before I could say anything, Jalen pulled me into a firm, protective hold that made my eyes tingle with relief.
“I’m sorry about everything,” he whispered against my ear and pulled away. “I know how your parents can be, but you're safe now,” he added, his jaw tightened.
“Thank you for defending me, but this might be a lot of trouble,” I said. And he nodded, flashing a lazy smile at me.
“Did Marian say anything to you?” he asked.
I swallowed, the memory of Marian’s cold smirk burning through me.
“Jalen…” I paused, I couldn't bring myself to tell him what his witch of a
