---- "Dammit, little one," he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper.

"What have I done to you?" Covering her up with his jacket, he picked her up bridal style and carried her through the dimly lit halls of the castle, ignoring the curious and fearful stares of the few men who crossed his path.

Tlis jaw tightened, his crimson eye gleaming in warning when anyone lingered too long: No one dared to question him.

When he reached his quarters, the heavy door groaned as he pushed it open with his shoulder.

The room was dark yet warm, a stark contrast to the sterile heat of the lab.

Vince crossed to the massive bed at the center and gently laid her down, pulling the silk covers over her trembling form.

For a moment, he just stood there, watching her.

The rise and fall of her chest was uneven, her lips slightly parted as she murmured something incoherent in her unconscious state.

Damping a cloth in water, he gently opened her legs and cleaned her up.

---- She flinched even in the state.

She was sore And his hands retreated to clench the cloth in his hands.

Looking away from her, he cleaned her up and made her wear one of his track pants and hoodie.

The warmth of the fleece immediately wrapped her freezing form Vince shed his bloodied shirt and boots, and then slipped into the sheets beside her.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over her cheek, before finally brushing a strand of damp hair from her face.

What am I going to do with you little one? How can you make me feel what T have never felt with anyone before? She felt so small in his arms as he pulled her close, her body instinctively curling into his "You're stronger than this," he whispered, his voice rough.

"Stronger than me." He pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there as ---- She flinched even in the state.

She was sore And his hands retreated to clench the cloth in his hands.

Looking away from her, he cleaned her up and made her wear one of his track pants and hoodie.

The warmth of the fleece immediately wrapped her freezing form Vince shed his bloodied shirt and boots, and then slipped into the sheets beside her.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over her cheek, before finally brushing a strand of damp hair from her face.noveldrama

What am I going to do with you little one? How can you make me feel what T have never felt with anyone before? She felt so small in his arms as he pulled her close, her body instinctively curling into his "You're stronger than this," he whispered, his voice rough.

"Stronger than me." He pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there as ---- if trying to will her back to him.

The cold, calculating part of his mind screamed that this attachment was dangerous, that this softness could cost him everything.

Love wasn't a thing for monsters.

But for her? He wanted to try, to give it a chance.

To experience it for a second, even if meant he could lose everything for it.

With her warmth against him and her faint heartbeat under his palm, Vince let his eyes close.

For the first time in years, the weight of his own demons felt a little lighter.

"Rest, little one," he murmured against her hair.

"You'll need your strength." And in the quiet, shadowed room, his eyes flutter close, as he drifted into a restless sleep, holding her as if she might disappear.

Unaware of the crimson eyes sealing open and staring back at him.

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