Fuck him, I decided. This was how it was now. This was how I protected myself. This was how I protected him and it was how I protected my pack. I knew that regardless of what happened between me and him, he cared about Lou enough that if he needed it, he would still protect him. Everybody won.

"Clarke came to see you yesterday," I told him. It brightened his face and a sleepy smile lit up his face. "He wanted to check that you were okay. He said that when you're all better, he's going to bring you a giant bag of marshmallows."

Which I knew I would most...