Killua was in front of you in an instant. One of his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you tightly and protectively into him.

He caught the nen aura thrown at you, shattering it in his hand and giving a cold, violent, and deathly glare at the man who had thrown it at you.

"I got you.." He told you quietly, "No one will touch a single hair on your head."

Who would think the boy who hated the thought of an arranged marriage was protecting you.