If I want to see Willa, I have to keep a low profile.

“Don’t let him touch her,” I growl.

“He won’t. Now go.”

As soon as Spencer is sure I’m climbing into my car, he takes off running back toward the house. I turn the ignition but don’t drive away immediately. Everything aches in me to charge back inside—to finish off that piece of shit so he’ll never be a threat again. I’m just considering it when I see the flashing of red and blue lights. Against my better judgment, I slowly drive away.

The entire drive home, I’m numb.

Completely fucking numb.

Not knowing anything about how Willa is doing is going to drive me insane.

I drive all the way home in a trance. I’m not even sure I remember driving at all. Just one minute I was parked outside of Willa’s and now I’m in my garage. Dazed and depleted of energy after my adrenaline crash, I climb out of my car and slam the door shut.

“Callum?”

The young voice confuses me for a second. I’m almost certain it’s Willa, which is impossible, but then I see my sister standing in the open garage door behind my car.

“Gemma.” I scrub a palm over my face. “You should go home.”

She huffs and storms over to me. “You’re hurt.”

“You should see the other guy.”

Our eyes meet and though there’s no humor in my words, she grins. “Levi?”

Grinding my teeth together, I give her a curt nod. “How’d you know?”

She rolls her eyes in that dramatic teenage way that irritates me to no end. “I’m not an idiot. Let’s go inside so I can look at your hand. Your knuckles are bleeding.”

I follow her because I know my sister. Gemma won’t relent. And right now, I need the company so I don’t do anything regrettable like drive back over there.

“He had it coming,” Gemma says when we reach the kitchen. “That guy is such a douchebag. And you’re a Park. If someone messes with your girl, you’re not going to sit around and let it happen.”

I stiffen at her words.

“Please,” Gemma mutters. “Like I said, I’m not an idiot. Plus, Willa told me you two are fucking.”

“Gemma,” I growl in warning.

“Chill,” she sasses. “She said it…nicer than that, but it’s what you’re doing.”

I don’t argue or deny her words, unsure where all this is going. She smirks as she turns on the kitchen sink. I let her guide my hand under the stream of cold water.

“Now tell me everything. I need all the juicy deets.”

“I love her.” I bore my gaze into her. “I fucking love her.”

And that’s all she needs to know.

The details don’t matter.

Just Willa.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Willa