Lyse looked up at Levi, who still shielded her protectively as Ophelia was herded out of the room by the police. Even with the chaos fading, his body remained angled in front of hers, as if he expected the danger to return at any second.
She could not help the tender feeling that enveloped her.
Levi was always there beside her, always stepping in before she even realized she needed him. Even when she tried to put a wall between them, even when she pushed him away, he still found a way to protect her.
It made her chest ache in a way she didn't quite understand.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Levi asked.
Concern was written all over his features, softening the sharp lines of his face. His voice was low, careful, as though she were something fragile that might shatter if he spoke too loudly.
"Yes," Lyse nodded. "Even though…"
Her words trailed off.
She looked in the direction of the door where the last of the policemen had disappeared, taking Ophelia's shrieking fury with them.
