“What? Wait, that’s not what I meant. Listen.” He turned her so she faced him, chin tilted, horn held high. “I think you’re beautiful. Horn and all.”
“Then why tell me I need to cut it?” She couldn’t quite stem the hurt in the words.
“Because I want to protect you. But it was a bad idea. I’ll find a way to keep you safe. There’s got to be something I can do.”
She cupped his cheek. “You don’t have to be my hero.”
“What if I want to be your hero?” And then because the darkness emboldened him, “What if I want to be more than that?”