Spencer glanced at him, icily. The man met his eyes and shivered in terror. He couldn't utter another word. Fuck, people don't call him the lonely wolf for anything.
"Come with me." Spencer held Nathalia's hand and walked out of the door. Everyone watched in silence, and no one dared to interrupt.
He held her hand tight, keeping an eye on her, scared to lose her again.
"Did they hurt you? What happened? I'm here now. I will protect you." Spencer asked worriedly.
Nathalia rubbed her hand on her neck. "My neck hurts." Her voice was unusually soft. He had come to her when she was in need of help the most. He had saved her again. She felt his protection. And of course, she was touched, moved.
Despite her usual bravery, her toughness, at this moment, she just wanted to be protected, loved, and looked after.
