Angel's POV
"So you've been spying on me," I said.
"I've been protecting you." He said it without defensiveness - straightforward, like he genuinely couldn't see the problem with the distinction. "There's a difference, Angel."
"Is there."
"Yes." He took one step further into the room, and Lyra moved forward in response, but he paid her no particular attention. His focus stayed on me. "Spying is gathering information for leverage. What I did was put eyes on a woman who had been dropped into a situation she didn't understand and surrounded by people who weren't being honest with her." Something moved through his expression. "I was trying to make sure that if something went wrong - if anyone tried to harm you - I would know."
