And every time someone touched my shoulder unexpectedly my body prepared for violence before my brain caught up.
The kidnapping left marks but not visible ones. Those were healing and others weren’t. Knox noticed all of it.
Unfortunately his solution involved becoming even more protective.
Which was saying something.
One afternoon I walked outside intending to go into town but Knox appeared beside me almost immediately.
“Where you going?” Knox asked and I stopped and turned back to look at him.
Then I looked around and looked back at him.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
His expression remained completely calm. Dangerously calm.
“Where?” He asked.
“The store.” I said.
“I’ll come.” He said and I laughed.
“No.” I said.
“Maze.” He said and I pointed at myself.
“Adult.” I
