Ryker’s gaze lingered on the bruise on your face, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer, his voice low but edged with an uncharacteristic intensity, I don’t care how capable you think you are or how much you want to handle things on your own, but no one—especially not that piece of shit—puts their hands on you, and if you ever find yourself in that situation again, you let me deal with it, because I won’t stand by and watch you get hurt, not when it’s within my power to keep you safe.
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