We walk down the hall with my hand still held by him.
I had completely lost control and I wasn't myself.
Tears build in the corners of my eyes when I play over the scenes in my head. I had taken a few self-defense classes years ago - but I had never, ever, gotten in a fight before. This was something else, and if I wasn't driven by so much anger, I doubt I could have held my own in a fight any other way.
A paper crane comes soaring down the hall towards us, and Ryker snatches it out of the air and crushes it in his fist before dropping it on the ground.
"Ryker, I -" he looks back at me with a worried expression, and my words get caught in my throat.
His face softens when he sees my distress, and he pauses for a moment to hold my face in his other hand. "It's okay, Layla. He had it coming - but next time, I will be the one to put him down," he tells me with seriousness, his gaze on mine.