The Price of Protection

Clara was completely enveloped by Dante's presence. She could smell the faint mix of his cool woody scent and alcohol. His warm breath lingered near her ear, making Clara shrink back.

Through the car window, she saw the group of people wandering nearby but not approaching. Clara placed her hand back on the car door handle.

"They're looking for you, aren't they?" Dante's voice came from above her.