To seeing him touching her.
Cornering her.
Making her small.
Except she isn't small.
She's furious.
I know that expression.
Those beautiful green eyes are blazing.
Good.
Because I'd rather see her angry than afraid.
Still.
When I see the red marks forming around her wrist?
Something inside me dies.
And something darker wakes up.
“Firecracker, you good?”
I keep my voice calm.
Because if I let even a fraction of what I'm feeling show—I'll kill him.
No reservations.
Jonas is good as dead.
“Yes, Kai. I'm good.”
I nod.
That's what I need to hear.
She's okay.
He didn't break her.
He didn't win.
Now it's my turn.
I step into the room.
And Jonas suddenly realizes something.
Something important.
He's no longer alone with her.
He's alone with me.