Austin pulled me to him as we walked, a protective arm around my shoulders. I tried to weasel away from him, but he held me firmly.

"I can walk," I bit out a bit childishly.

"I don't doubt that, but if you plan on killing a man today, then you need to conserve your strength."

I wanted to pout and push him away, but he had a valid point. If I was going to take the life of a man who abused me, I needed to save what little energy I had. "Fine," I ...