With anticipation and half fear, I asked, “Was it justified?”
“Very much so.”
I had to ask to clear the air. “Do I have anything to fear from you?” Different than I first thought, I figured if he’d planned on hurting me, he would’ve already. He appeared to be a first responder, continually pulling me out of the proverbial fire, saving my neck.
“Have I ever harmed you?” His fingers clamped over my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Well?” His dark blues demanded.
“No,” I barely spoke.
“You have no worries, Love.” His voice was deep and comforting. Even still, he was as much a mystery as he was dangerous. Despite his darkness, I needed him.
“I think you feel like you have to protect me. Am I right?”
His dark brow shot up. “Why do you say that?”
“Why can’t you answer a simple question?
