K I A R A
I hesitated. Telling him would mean involving him, and he was supposed to be resting. "It was Marcus," I admitted. The humor vanished from Roland's face, replaced by a hard expression.
"That f*****g leech," he growled, taking a cautious step into the kitchen. "What did he do?"
"He just... said some things. Touched me." I couldn't bring myself to repeat the filth he'd spewed.
Roland's jaw tightened. "I'll kill him."
"No," I said quickly, moving to his side to steady him. "I handled him. He knows better than to try again."
"You shouldn't have to. I need to tell Damon."
"No," I said, my voice firm. "You need to rest. Damon has enough on his plate right now without this. I can handle Marcus."
"Kiara, this isn't a game. He's dangerous."
"I know," I said, my eyes meeting his.
