She curled into him, sobbing into his collar while he rocked gently.“I'm sure you miss them very much,” he murmured in his deep voice, his Irish accent only adding to his cursed intrigue. His words sparked a renewed wave of sobbing. He stroked her back and kissed her wet hair. Confusion swirled through her mind. One minute, the Devil Diggory was the enemy, claiming her from the fire, walking in on her naked in the bath, spanking her raw. The next, he was comforting her and making her feel safer than she had since she was a child in her mother's arms.“What would you know?” she sobbed bitterly, then coughed, her lungs still irritated by the smoke.“Mmm. I know you didn't deserve the fate you landed, working for Smoochy as a two-bit whore. I know you think your parents would roll over in their graves if they saw you now, and it breaks your heart. But you know what?”He cupped her face, holding her jaw and pulling her away from him so she was forced to look into his eyes. They were dark brown, and warmer than she might have imagined.
