“That’s my point.”
I hate this. She’s right. I know she is. But I really fucking hate this.
“You stay hidden,” she continues. “I walk up from the main trail. Ethan sees me coming exactly like he ordered.”
“No.”
“Rowan—”
“He could have someone waiting.”
“He will. But you and Wreck can find them first.”
“He could attack before I reach you.”
“You won't let him.”
“No, but—”
“You won't let him.”
Her voice is softer now.
Not challenging me. Trusting me.
And somehow that’s more. Her hand comes up and cups my cheek.
The matebond opens wide.
Her fear hits me.
Raw.
Cold.
Overwhelming.
But beneath it?
Trust.
Absolute fucking trust.
And love. Love so strong and bright, it fucking blinds me.
“Gabby,” I growl.
“You won't let anything happen to me.”
Jesus Christ.
I close my eyes.
“Honey Girl.”
“You won't.”
“Damn fucking straight I won't.”