"No, I'm not going to report you," Jake said, trying to figure out where he was going with this and if he was going to say what he actually thought he might say. His stomach had twisted with worry when he got her text and seeing her now, when she was fine, still had him heated up because she didn't seem to understand what could have happened.

"I want to help you and if that means -- if that means keeping a closer eye on you, I'll do it," Jake told her, tone steady even if the implication in his words made him nervous. "You need something more than what they're providing you. If you can't trust them, you're going to get hurt."