Never in my life had I had reason to be protective. In my relationship with Kyleon, he was the one who protected me. We worked together to cast out the bad witches and free people. I watched his back. He watched mine. That was the closest we got to that level of protection. My father's mate and his parents never liked the fact that we were together. I never argued with my father's mate about the issue but did whatever she wanted. At the end of the day, I hid my crime behind her back.
But now, this was a different circumstance. I never liked Sabastian in a way to want to protect him before. He hated me for destroying his brother's life. I stayed clear of him to stay alive. We might have gotten close along this journey. Knowing how unpredictable this alpha was, I never once forgot about the hatred he harbored for me. Yet, the very thought of someone hurting him sent me over the edge. We were not friends, but I wanted to protect him, nonetheless. '
