I rested my forearm against the mantle and swallowed hard, swirling my glass in my hand. I didn't want to admit that I wanted to protect her. That I had to keep her safe, not when I wasn't technically supposed to. I wasn't supposed to f*****g give a s**t about a human, but here I was.
"Why?" Amy held the bottom of her glass on her palm. "Why must you save me?"
I slowly peered over my shoulder with the most serious expression, I could muster. "I have a feeling that he will hunt you down and go after you and I can't have that."
I watched her eyes widen with worry. Watched how the color drained from her face and she seemed afraid. I could hear her heart, beating loudly and faster in her chest. I could tell she was terrified and beyond worried. It was like that moment in the club was playin
