~ DAVID ~
We were in the Estate house with only minutes until Stark and I would be forced to leave. Tension built pressure in my chest that increased with every breath and threatened to expand my ribs. My tension wasn't helped by the fact that Stark prowled the room like a wolf, even more silent and tense than usual.
He was always so fiercely protective when I had to travel.
While Zara and Agatha were reunited and offered tea by the servants, I tugged him to the side of the room.
"I grow… uneasy about her Defender and the pressure he might put on her," I muttered, remembering the way Erik, with no intention of touching Zara, had been forced to it by her initiative.
What if Fireknight did the same? While I knew she'd never betray me, thoughts of the man taking advantage, catching her off guard, unaware of our sealed marriage—
