"She thinks she can handle it. I think she shouldn't ever be alone with him again," I add.
"What do you mean aggressive?" The lethal tone tells me he's not going to take this too well.
"Just keep an eye out." I have a feeling if he knew, he'd show none of the restraint I'm compelled to and will beat the shit out of Harris. Harris deserves it, and I'm tempted to say more.
"Sawyer …"
"That's all I'm saying."
He studies me and then looks out at the dark forest. "I always knew he was a predator."
"You'd be right. You're right about her needing someone to take care of her, too. I thought about handling it on my own, but …"
"I need to do it." The firmness in Petr's voice is an indication I was right. "I've been medicated and treated like an invalid for the past few weeks. It's fucking frustrating. If he thinks he can roll over my family because I'm twenty five percent metal …" He shakes his head, face hard. "I appreciate you letting me handle it."
"Not a problem." I feel better knowing he's aware now. Petr isn't going to let anything happen to his sister.
I'm still going to have what my guys refer to as a wall-to-wall counseling session with Harris before I leave. If he ever comes near Katya again, Petr can handle him first, and I'll finish him off.
"I can't believe she said something to you and not me." He's scrutinizing me now. "Something else you want to tell me?"
Jenna emerges from the head, dressed and dragging her towel behind her.
"It's bedtime," I say with a half-smile.
"That's it?"
"Nothing else to tell." I stand.
Jenna glances up but doesn't stop, going into the barracks silently.
"Poor girl had a rough day." Petr is watching her with a grin. He waits until the door closes behind her before standing to face me. "I love you like a brother, but Katya …"
"I wouldn't dishonor her, you or Mikael," I reply.
"I trust you, Sawyer." He studies me briefly. "See you tomorrow."
"Night."
He walks back to his barracks. I wait, feeling even more determined to put up a barricade between my emotions and Katya.
Walking into the barracks, I see Jenna climbing into bed. I lock the door before heading back to the room I share with Katya. Fortunately, she's in the break room. I slide into our room, grab a pair of boxers and sweats and go to the bathroom. I miss the way women smell, the mix of bathing and hair products.
I just wish they weren't so damn messy.