She's right about that, both that he's kept other secrets for her and that she's safe with him. The way that makes him feel is something he chooses not to examine any deeper, both loving and hating the warmth that unfurls in his chest at her words.

"I'll kill him." There's no if attached to his statement. No if he comes here or if I go there, just a promise that he'll do it when the time comes. Because it will.

"And you sure as fuck ain't damaged," he adds with a dismissive snort. "Fuck that fuckin' term."