Protected
I needed to get myself under control, or well, at least keep myself under control while we were here.
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door, and as I went to slide off the barstool, Alyx hurried out of the kitchen, saying she would answer it. I glared at the back of her head, hoping that she could feel my gaze burning through her skull. The sound of Jarren chuckling pulled my attention away from Alyx.
“We just want you to be careful, Piccolo.”
I crossed my arms and glared at him as well. “I am perfectly capable of answering a door, Jarren. Stop treating me like I’m so fragile.”
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