“Softer,” Vera adds, and for once there’s no teasing in her tone. “Someone that needs protecting.”
My face burns hotter. “I don’t need protection.”
“Of course you do,” Marina says matter-of-factly, but not unkindly. She reaches out and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, the gesture surprisingly maternal. “Look at you. You’re practically trembling, standing here in your nightdress, trying to defend your territory against four women who could break you in half.”
“But you’re doing it anyway,” Eloise says with obvious approval. “That’s what makes you perfect for Seth. He needs someone with heart, not just strength.”
The compliment catches me off guard, making my throat tight.
“Pretty face,” Marina continues, her gaze assessing but warm now. “Those eyes are striking. And that hair—Se
