KNIGHT
"Why would you do that?" There were no words to explain what seeing her did to me. It was something way beyond physical attraction. Not only did my body buzz to life with her around, but my heart and soul burned with great fervour.
I didn't get it. Why her? She was gorgeous—more so than any female I'd ever seen. But that didn't explain the raw protectiveness I felt; this need to shield her from the cruel world.
There was a beat of silence, during which Alana chewed on her bottom lip. "The money could help," she said, at last. "Um, your father, the director . . . err, retired director, would be paying me extra. I mean, of course." She babbled, shaking her head, her scarf disarraying. "That was obvious. Well, haha, this is getting awkward so . . ." she stood, almost knocking the chair over. It creaked with a horrible noise and Alana winced; eyes apologetic.
"Stop,"
