Misha's family was considered to be on the outskirts of pureblood society, but that didn't mean he hadn't been exposed to parts of it. He knew that Bella was right; it was common practice for the occasional sixth or seventh year girl to end up attached to a man in his thirties, or fourties. Men who would have no problem doing god knew what to a girl young enough to be their daughter. Although he believed Bella could do better, Ash wasn't the worst.
"If he does..." Misha paused to pull back the growing unrest inside him.
"If Ash or your father tries anything, you can come to me."
Misha wasn't sure what he could do, other than give his rival a black eye, but he felt an unquenchable need for Bella to know he could protect her.