Windsor's POV
I kept pulling Arnold forward without any clear plan, cursing quietly as we walked. When he finally jerked his hand free, I stopped and spun around to face him. He stayed quiet, but I could see the pure relief washing over his features.
Running my hands through my hair, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to control my racing heartbeat.
"Are you always this brave?" His voice cut through the silence between us.
A bitter laugh escaped me. "Not even close."
"Could have fooled me," he said softly.
"You didn't need to do any of that back there," he continued. "I already told you I can handle myself."
I shook my head. "I didn't do it for you. I did it because Miguel makes me sick."
His shoulders tensed as he crossed his arms and looked away. "Fighting people like him is pointless. You'll only make everything worse. Trust me, he'll come back harder next time."
