I shouldn't care. I really shouldn't care. But Dain?
Dain touched her. Humiliated her. He's the one who had her insecure about- fucking everything.
Because he made her feel small enough that other guys think they get to finish the job.
I don't remember deciding to swing.
I just do.
Leon is beside me instantly.
Not yelling.
Not swinging. He's a much better man than I am right now.
Just close enough that only I can hear him.
"If you ever come near my sister again," Leon says quietly, deadly calm, "I'll end your sports career before you even graduate. I'll make sure no team touches you. Ever."
Samuel's eyes flick to Leon, then back to me.
Jack swallows.
They both know Leon means it.
Security rushes in. Coaches are shouting. Someone grabs my jersey, tries to pull me back.
I don't fight it.
I've already done what I came to do.
My eyes search the stands on instinct - too fast, too obvious - trying to find Ivy, my sister. Trying to see if they're okay.
I catch Ivy's gaze for half a second.
She looks shaken. Pale. Furious.
I try to say I'm sorry with my eyes. Try to ask 'are you okay' without words.
But then she's gone.
Leon exhales beside me, sharp and controlled, and claps a hand on my shoulder like this is just another day.
"Thanks," he mutters. "For looking out for her."
The words land wrong.
Because if Leon knew what my thoughts do when Ivy looks at me - how she looked at me in that fucking closet the other day.
If he knew how hard I have to work not to touch her. Not to kiss her again.
He wouldn't be thanking me.
He'd be breaking my fucking jaw.
I nod once.
Nothing else.
