Kit didn’t care that Pierce was angry. She spun around into Cassius’s arms, glad he’d stepped in, not because she’d needed his help but because his arms around her were a comfort.
“Should I even ask?”
“No,” she replied. “More of the same.”
Without properly positioning his hands, which were latched on to her upper arms, he began to sway back and forth to the music, and Kit felt a sensation of calm and safety wash over her. “When are you going to send him home?”
“When would you like the battle to begin?” she said into his chest in a whisper. She knew he’d heard when he slid one hand down to her hip and pulled her other one free of his chest, smothering it with his large palm. He didn’t say more, only held her and made some semblance of doing the correct dance steps. She never lifted her head from his chest.
As the music ended, Cassius raised her chin. “You’re safe, you know that, don’t you? We won’t let anything happen to you.”
