"I'm sorry this happened. I should've had 24/7 surveillance put on the house when we first ever dealt with that fucker...." Derek says softly as he looks down at her torn up knuckles.
Derek chuckles and lifts one of his hands, looking at the ripped skin on his knuckles while opening and closing his fist, "I'll always be your guard dog. No matter how much pain I have to endure."
Derek smiles and shakes his head, "I'm okay, I promise." He leans down and kisses Kalin's forehead gently, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you really badly?"
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