Manson
“It took everything in me not to punch that bastard in the face,” I whispered into her hair, my voice low and fierce.
Elizabeth's eyes flashed with anger, her eyebrows furrowing in disgust. I couldn't help but be curious about what she had done to make Arthur leave her without a fight or creating a scene, but I knew this wasn't the right time to ask.
“Next time you see him, you have my permission to break his face,” she whispered back, her voice laced with venom. A sly smile crept onto her lips, and I chuckled softly, my tension easing. I pulled her closer, my arms wrapping around her like a shield.
“I can't wait for you to meet my people. They’re going to love you, Elizabeth. Just like I do.” I pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. “They’ll see the strength and kindness
