I bypassed the study where my parents were still talking to the Sorensons; they would all need to be updated but not now. First I had to make sure she was safe. I closed and locked the door behind me walking over to the bed my gaze never left her face. There were dark circles under her eye, her coloring was almost as white as the sheets and I could see the bones in her arms. Targeted, that word conjured up something vile in me, something deadly forceful. The lion would protect the lamb. My first order of business would be to get her better then I could focus all my energy on my enemy. Fuck if my mind wasn't in turmoil, I pulled my hair so tight as I sat in a chair next to her bed it was a wonder I didn't tear that shit at the roots. The soft sound of her weeping brought my head up quickly as I rose from the chair. No she wasn't awake she was crying in her fucking sleep again, the thought of her spending all our nights apart like this brought me to my knees, literally. Taking her hand in mine I tried to give her some of my warmth.
