She read him better than he realized and eyed him warily. "Do you want to know?"
He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nay." It was in the past. "Then I would have to kill him."
Her eyes widened, his blunt statement surprising her. "You would do that for me?"
The woman was daft. "I will kill anyone who harms you." He cocked a brow. "I hope that doesn't offend your delicate sensibilities?"
"No," she said hesitantly. "Though I'm not used to having such a fierce protector."
He kissed her forehead. "Get used to it.

Autor: Monica McCarty

She read him better than he realized and eyed him warily. "Do you want to know?"<br />He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nay." It was in the past. "Then I would have to kill him."<br />Her eyes widened, his blunt statement surprising her. "You would do that for me?"<br />The woman was daft. "I will kill anyone who harms you." He cocked a brow. "I hope that doesn't offend your delicate sensibilities?"<br />"No," she said hesitantly. "Though I'm not used to having such a fierce protector."<br />He kissed her forehead. "Get used to it. - Monica McCarty


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