The words come out rough.
“I would never—”
I stop.
Too late.
She looks up at me.
Understanding flickers in her eyes.
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know what you meant,” I cut in.
My jaw tightens.
Guilt creeps in.
Fast.
Sharp.
Wrong.
I take a step back.
Then another.
Creating space.
Where there should’ve been space all along.
“Get some sleep, Aspen,” I say.
My voice is controlled again.
Distant.
Safe.
“I’ll be here.”
She nods slowly.
But her eyes stay on me.
And I can feel it.
That pull.
That connection.
That shouldn’t exist.
I glance at the stars knowing in my heart.
This is no longer just about protecting Tank’s family.
And that?
That’s a problem.