Lara's POV
"Marco, I can take care of myself. You do not need to be with me every second." I said quietly, although a part of me was grateful every time his hand found mine. He only smiled, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as if reassuring himself that I was really there. Ever since Serene attacked me, he had refused to leave my side. His protectiveness wrapped around me like a shield, sometimes comforting and sometimes frightening.
"I do not want anything to happen to my wife," he said, voice low and sincere. "Besides, I keep missing you whenever you are not in front of me."
His words sent warmth blooming in my chest, but there was still a question that had been clawing inside my mind, waiting for the right moment to break free.
"You told me almost everything I need to know about your kind," I began carefully. "But there is one more thing I want to understand."
Marco stopped walking and turned to me fully. His expression softened. "You can ask me anything, Lara."
