Chapter Eighty-Seven
Tristan leaned back into the couch, letting Mat and I work it out, "Guess it's a good thing Rian didn't stay. He would no doubt be trying to beat Mat up right about now."
"Why's that?" Kami asked. Brandon and Cedric dropped onto the couch with her and Tristan, forcing her to squish herself between the arm of the couch and Brandon.
"He is fiercely protective of her. Did I not mention he glared at me the first time I saw him, simply because I sat by her and he was in her lap."
"I would say it's the bond, but it's more likely a combination of the bond and Aly's natural aura. Everyone feels the need to protect her." Cedric said, thinking a moment before adding, "And anyone who doesn't, would be instantly suspicious in my book. Especially if they had spent more than 5 or 10 minutes getting to know her."
"Mmm, that's a valid point, but probably not something to live by, so to speak." Tristan nodded in agreement.