With the first flash of vulnerability, she asked, “How long do I have you for?”
“Until you're one hundred percent safe.”
She looked away from him then and wrung her fingers in her lap. With a quiet voice, she said, “Promise?”
The tremor in her voice struck a chord in his heart. “Aye, lass.” This was why he did this job.
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