The night air was thick with tension as Knox rolled his shoulders, his knuckles still raw from the fight. The bastard had barely landed a hit—Knox had made sure of that. His chest heaved, adrenaline burning through his veins, but when he looked down at her, the only thing he felt was relief. She was safe. Untouched. His fingers found her chin, tilting her face up, searching for any sign of fear, but there was none—just that look, the one that always made him weak. A slow smirk tugged at his lips, but his voice was low, rough. "You know I'd do it again." His thumb grazed her cheek, and for a moment, he let himself sink into the quiet between them, his heart thundering harder than any fight ever could.