Chapter Two:

It had been almost a full day since the incident, but many of Yui's memories weren't coming back to her. She could clearly remember her mother and father and coming to this place, and some of the things that happened that night, but other than that… things like her childhood, her past friends… it was all gone. She was hoping that they would eventually come back to her, but it seemed like the more she tried to remember the further away all of her thoughts became.

And then something hit her. She remembered her phone—it was taken away from her by the man in the hat. And she was betting that he still had it. She also recalled someone else saying that she wasn't allowed to contact anyone. It wasn't as if she had anyone to contact anyway. The only number she could imagine calling would be the police. But the last time she called the cops, they sent her here, and she wasn't sure if they knew what they were sentencing her to—she didn't even know. But she still remembered that she'd been afraid when she got here. The people in this house weren't friendly. But even so… they did save her.

Her head still hurt. She had a bump right in the middle in the back from slamming her head, and the side of her face was in bandages. One of the men in the house told her that they would fix her up quickly, but she couldn't see herself being healed from all her injuries for quite some time. The gash in her upper thigh was bandaged as well, although it still stung something fierce. She wasn't sure just when the blood on her was cleaned off, but she tried not to think about it too much. The last thing she needed was to get flustered when she was sure that her saviors were just trying to help… right? She was also in different clothes—a white nightgown that her mother had given her earlier in the year—, so they must have unpacked her things and… changed her.

She looked up at the ceiling and wondered if it was safe to try and sit up. She knew it would hurt either way, but she was hoping for the best. She placed her forearms on either side of her and pushed. She struggled with her own weight and the pain for a split second before giving up. She winced as she lay back down. But then she sat there for another minute and realized that she was hungry. She also had to use the restroom. So she tried it again.

This time, she pushed past the pain and made it into a slight sitting position, her upper body propped up by a couple pillows. She relaxed like that for a while, breathing in and out slowly to ease her frustration at not being able to move without the discomfort. She almost felt like she should be in a hospital.

She winced again when she felt a liquid soaking into the sheets. When she looked down she realized that blood was soaking through the bandages on her leg. She flinched back at the warm feeling and then squeezed her eyes shut. It felt like someone had thrown warm water all over her bed, even though it was only a little blood. The sight of it and the loss of it made her a little dizzy, though.

"You're just as bad as those men, wasting it like that," a voice said, and whoever it was didn't sound too happy. Yui looked up to find a new face—this man had purple hair and bright green eyes. His shirt was open at the top. He wore a tight frown and his arms were crossed over his chest. He sneered at her.

"Ayato, let her rest."

Yui turned to find the man with white hair leaning against the far wall. How did they get in here without making any noise or opening the door, anyway?

And then she blushed a little. This was the man who cradled her and carried her home. She could still remember the feel of him—of his arms holding her and her face leaned up against his chest. The smell of him, even… Out of all the things she couldn't remember, that moment was crystal clear.

"What's your name?" she quickly asked him, not caring that she sounded a little desperate to know. It wasn't so much that she was flustered, but that she felt like she had to thank him properly. Plus, he saved her and she didn't even know his name.

"Tch," the man said, uncrossing his arms and heading for the door. "Subaru," he said quickly, before opening the door and leaving. The one he called Ayato just shrugged and walked out after him. Neither of them shut the door, though, leaving Yui feeling a little exposed. She wanted to get up and close it, but she wasn't sure if she could make it.

Figuring she might as well try, she stood, and instantly felt her knees go weak, but before she hit the floor, an arm was around her, holding her up.

"What are you doing?" the voice asked angrily, and she looked up to find Subaru again. Her face blushed all the more at how close he was to her. "Just stay in bed. What do you want? Food? Drink?"

"I… I just wanted to close the door..." she said weakly, earning herself a deep frown from the white-haired man.

"There's no need."

"Just for some privacy—"

"You have no privacy here," he growled. "You're not alone in this house. It's not even your house. No one knows why you're here, and you're causing trouble for everyone. The door stays open. It's not like it would stop anyone from entering anyway."

"But..."

"You're just a nuisance. Stay in bed until you can walk on your own. I'm not coming back here if you fall again."

And then he lifted her up and gently placed her back on the bed with little-to-no effort.

"Subaru," she quickly said, expecting him to run out of the room and wanting to catch him before he left. He just turned to her, still frowning. "Thank you… for saving me before."

"Whatever." He turned again to leave.

"Subaru!"

He whipped around. "What do you want?"

Yui froze. Why had she called him back a second time?

"I just… don't want to be alone right now… I have so many questions about why I'm here and… and who are you guys?"

"That's not my problem," he snapped, before heading out the door, leaving Yui alone in the room again. The door was still open, and she wondered if he really wouldn't come back if she tried to close it again. She had a lot of unanswered questions, and staying in bed wasn't her way of finding things out for herself. Instead, and against her better judgment, she decided to try again. She sat herself up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, tapping the floor with the balls of her feet. Then, grabbing onto the headboard, she slowly put her weight on her legs and lifted herself up—

And she was thrown back down.

She heard a growling before she saw him for a third time that day. She was about to ask him why he came back when he said he wouldn't, but the man was seething, looking down at her, and her words got lost on her tongue.

"Enough. Are you going to make me strap you down?" he glowered.

"I wasn't trying to close the door..." she replied meekly. "I just wanted to see if I could get up..."

"Then get up!" Subaru grabbed her and hauled her to her feet. It was too fast, and her one leg gave out from the sharp pain that went up her thigh. She expected to fall, but instead he was holding her against him as she steadied herself.

She was instantly hit with his scent again, and she felt her face go red. She tried to push him away in her embarrassment, but he held her too tightly. What was that god-awful strength of his? He didn't even budge.

"Stop making me come back here," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Stand or rest. Decide."

"I want to walk around… I want to talk to someone."

"Well, clearly you can't walk."

"Clearly..." she muttered to herself, her rational mind wishing he would just let her go already. She tried to move her legs to a position under herself so that she could stand on her own, but every time she put weight on her injured leg, she would wince, and if he wasn't holding onto her, she would've fallen at least three times by now.

It felt like he held her for too long before he let her go, and Yui fell backwards onto the bed, her leg twisting a little too far as she fell. She winced again.

"Tch," Subaru sneered, and she noticed him looking at her leg. It was still bleeding through the bandages.

"I'm sorry about the sheets," she said, worried that he would be angry with her.

"Ayato was right. You're wasting it."

"Excuse me?" she asked, when he didn't look at anything else. He didn't seem to care much about the sheets, either. Instead, his eyes were fixed on her bandages, as if he was in a daze. "S...Subaru?" He shook his head and took a step back.

"Are you going to try that again if I leave?" he threatened, but Yui still wanted answers, so she courageously nodded her head once. The white-haired man's mouth twitched and she heard him snarl like a wild animal.

"Then I hope you fall and break something else while you're at it."

And then he was gone again.

Yui didn't know why, but she felt compelled to keep trying. She was forgetting things about herself, and all she had to go on was the present, and what was happening right now.

And unfortunately, she didn't know much about what was going on. Or what had happened and why. And she wanted answers.

Following the same procedure, she managed to sit upright once again and grab hold on the headboard. She positioned her hands to catch hold of the wall when she stood and slowly put the weight on her legs. Fortunately, the pain didn't stop her from standing, and she sidled against the wall to the door. She turned around and realized that a few drops of blood had followed her to the hallway and she frowned, mentally promising to clean it up when she was able to.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

Yui jumped, expecting to find Subaru again, but this voice was less angry and more… emotionless. She turned to find the orange-haired man from when she first arrived. The other young man that had gotten too close to her…

He still had his earbuds in, and he looked exactly the same as the first time she saw him—arms crossed, eyes open into slits, and a tired look on his face. Not like he was sleep-deprived, but tired of life, almost.

"I wanted to walk around," she stammered. Why was everyone trying to keep her in her room, anyway?

"Like that?" the man asked skeptically, and Yui blushed when he slowly looked her up and down, pausing once on her legs and again on her chest, avoiding her face for the most part. She looked down at herself and blushed a little more.

She didn't realize how see-through her clothes were. And her leg was spotted with dried and fresh blood. "You must have strange intentions, walking around here looking like that..."

"W-What do you mean?" She knew she needed a shower and she looked like a bomb blew up next to her, but she didn't even know where the bathroom was. And no one was even offering to show her or take her there.

"My brothers helped you the other night... Maybe you're trying to give them thanks?" he mused. "Just remember that the rest of us still live here, and you're looking quite tempting. Most of my brothers don't know the meaning of self-control, by the way…"

Yui took a step back. Was he threatening to attack her?

What did he even mean? They wouldn't really hurt her, would they? She just wanted a warm shower and some new clothes, and no one was even offering to help her. Instead, they threatened to hurt her for not looking… what? Decent? She was attacked, for god's sake!

"Would you mind… telling me where to find the restroom?" she asked slowly, keeping her eyes on the ground. She couldn't meet his gaze after the comments he made.

"I'm sure you could find it if you looked."

Yui's head snapped up in surprise and she looked at him.

"Are you trying to play a game?"

"Now, don't give me that pitiful face."

"Why don't any of you at least try to have a little empathy?" The man snickered, and she frowned. "I don't know why I'm here… None of you even seem to care. I just want to talk to someone and you all run away and leave me by myself. I don't know what's going on! I just want some answers!"

Yui hated the fact that her ranting brought tears to her eyes, but she couldn't help it. Her father was missing. Her mother was missing. She was forced to come here and spend her days with strangers who clearly didn't care about her. And now there were huge holes in her memory. What kind of a fate was this? What had she done to deserve something like this? Why would her father even send her here to begin with?

"You've been told that we don't understand why you're here, either, so for you to keep asking is rude. You should be grateful that we don't even know if you're telling the truth and we're letting you stay here for now. My brothers had to skip class to go out and find you when you ran off, and then take care of you when they brought you back. All you're doing is causing problems. Don't you realize that?"

"Then why not just let me leave?"

"Did it look like I was there when you were reclaimed? I don't give a damn what happens to you. You can do what you want. But don't hold me responsible for the consequences when you get yourself into trouble and I'm not there. Because I won't be. Ever."

"Why do you think I would need your help anyway?" Yui said, knowing that the comment was immature. She crossed her arms to accentuate her point.

Then, just as before, the man was standing over her, practically on top of her. His eyes were lidded and his warm breath was in her face. Yui was shocked and wide-eyed.

"Just be glad I'm not the consequence, for now…" he whispered.

And then he just disappeared.

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Yui was back in her room for the next half hour, gathering her things. She knew that she could still make it to the city without running into trouble, but she decided that she would need to try and escape during the day. That way, she wouldn't get lost, or run into any bad crowds. Then all she would have to do is find a phone and call the police. She would tell them that her new guardians were threatening her and she didn't feel safe there. Not to mention the strange things that happened in this house.

People didn't just disappear. And they didn't fight off a hoard of men in two seconds. She didn't know exactly what happened that night, but neither the man with the hat—Laito—or Subaru, even batted an eye when it happened. She'd heard a brick wall shatter like it was made of old children's clay. And then they were all down. She didn't remember how many attackers there were, but they were all on the ground in a matter of seconds. And she remembered that Laito didn't even move a muscle. So, it was Subaru? He fought them all? But that was impossible… And Shuu's disappearing act was something else. One second he was standing there, and in the next he was just gone. They'd done that when she first arrived, too. Vanishing into thin air was a neat trick, but it looked so real when they did it.

Yui had considered the fact that the people in this house weren't real, and that there was something wrong with her. Maybe she was on something. Maybe the limo driver put something in her water and now she was just hallucinating.

But then there was no explanation for how she was saved. And the feelings she got when Shuu stood close, or the strange things that happened to her when she caught a whiff of Subaru's intoxicating scent. Those things couldn't be fake. She didn't have the imagination to come up with something that… good.

She recalled Shuu telling her that his brothers went to class, which was something else she was interested in. She wanted to continue her high school education. That was something that she expected to do once she moved in here, but it just never came up thus far. And the thought of having something normal in this strange place gave her a much-needed sense of control.

She still had to use the restroom, too, so she knew she would have to leave the bedroom eventually. She was just worried about another one of the brothers stopping her on her way and something bad happening.

She picked up a pair of new clothes from her luggage on the edge of the bed, and her brush and toothbrush, and cradled her things in her arms. Careful not to hurt herself again, she stood. It was getting easier, now that she knew how to do it with the least amount of pain. Her legs didn't give out anymore, either. She was hoping that her body was just adjusted now and she would start to heal a little better. The amount of healing that she had done already was another strange thing. She speculated that the house was haunted, because strange things happened when she was in it. But that didn't explain when she was saved from those men—that was at least a couple miles from the mansion. Nothing made sense to her here.

She left her temporary bedroom and took a left down the hall. Still, no one had told her where to go, so she figured she was on her own, as usual. She opened a few doors and realized that most of them were bedrooms, and many of them were made up with beds and dressers and desks and bookshelves. It was strange to see them all, considering that no one lived in them.

A few more minutes of exploring the second floor of the house and she found a door that opened into an extravagant master bathroom. The tan, tiled floor started on one level, where there was a counter with three sinks. And then the floor went up two steps and held a large bathtub in the middle of the room, against the farthest wall. The toilet was against the left wall. There were no curtains and the whole room looked very awkward. A larger tub sat against the rightmost wall, but it looked like a jacuzzi. A large cabinet and shelving unit stood next to it, holding a lot of bottles and towels and such. She was hoping to find an actual shower, but the tub was going to have to do for now.

The walls were bare and there were no windows. So she felt a little safer taking off the nightgown. She tried her best to ignore the fact that she was wearing nothing underneath as she ran warm water into the tub.

It took a few minutes, but when it was full, she reached in to feel it—it was the perfect temperature. She looked down at herself and wondered if it was safe to get in the water with her bandages still on. She frowned and reached down to take them off. She unwrapped it until the last layer, and she winced when the blood had dried the bandage to the gash. Squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth, she ripped it off in one motion. She couldn't help but let out a little yelp and then a light moan from the stinging of a reopened wound.

She dunked her one foot into the tub and then the other, and she stood there for a few moments, not wanting to sit down yet, feeling the blood trickle down her leg, soiling the water in the tub already. She gently closed her eyes and pursed her lips and slowly sat down, wincing as the water passed over her gash and the pain of bending her legs to sit.

She stayed motionless for a few minutes as the water around her turned a slight red hue, and long ribbons of her blood swirled under the water. She tried not to look at it. Instead, she leaned her head back and dozed off for a little while.

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Yui opened her eyes and saw in a daze. She groaned in her grogginess. Everything looked glazed over.

The ceiling was very white—it looked whiter than when she first came into the bathroom, but maybe it was because of all the steam in the room. It made her feel even more groggy, surrounded by the foggy steam from the tub. Apparently, it had a heater built into it or something, because there was no way the water was still this warm. She knew she must have dozed off for at least a half hour, maybe forty-five minutes. She wondered if anyone even knew she'd left her bedroom.

She felt like her memories were getting worse, not better. She'd hoped that over time, some of what she didn't understand would come back to her. But nothing like that was happening. In fact, it seemed like the total opposite. She felt like the more time went by, and the more she thought about remembering, the less she could actually come up with. She was almost positive she had an explanation about her parents twenty-four hours ago. After all, wouldn't she have some knd of idea why both her parents went missing. And the people in this house… there was something about them, too, that she couldn't quite remember. She knew she'd run away from them because they'd scared her, but they also saved her, and no one here was trying to hurt her… So, what was it that she couldn't remember?

"What are you still doing in here?" a small voice asked, and Yui jumped in the tub, spilling water over the edges, onto the floor. She quickly brought her hands up to cover her bare chest and shot a glare over towards the door. But what she saw made her freeze in terror. And it wasn't just what she saw… It was who.

"Y...You're..." She trailed off, eyes widened at the purple-haired boy and his decrepit teddy bear under one arm. He looked just like any other young boy, but in a flood of fear and panic, one memory sparked in her mind. This boy… no, this monster… He would hurt her. And he would do it without blinking. He… he called her a toy… He said he would break her. Suddenly, all her emotions and adrenaline were on full blast and she was prepared to scream and run, but she couldn't move. For one, she wasn't wearing anything, and as soon as she got up from the tub, she would be bare in front of this… boy. And she couldn't stand the thought of that. The other thing that heightened her panic was that he was blocking the only exit.

"You're being very inconsiderate, you know," the boy said sadly, looking at the floor and swaying back and forth. "Teddy was supposed to have his bath ten minutes ago and you're still here..."

"I'm sorry," Yui quickly replied. "Just give me another minute and I'll be right out. Is that okay?"

The boy's face immediately went from innocent and sad to creepy. His grin spread across half his face and his teeth were too big for his mouth. And then he laughed, just like he had before, when she had been on the balcony, about to be pushed over the edge to her death. This was why she'd run away from this place. This boy had plans to kill her, and something told her that he wasn't going to just walk away this time—

"Oi."

Yui screamed when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She whipped around, clutching at her bare chest even harder as he heart pounded against her ribs. A yellow-green-eyed young man was looking down at her. She quickly brought her legs up to block her private area and curled herself into a ball.

"You don't have to cover up if there's nothing there," the new man said with a white-toothed smirk. "Pancake."

He placed his hand back on her shoulder and moved as if he wanted her to stand. Yui screamed at him again and slapped his hands away as hard as she could. She felt like a live wire, mentally and physically. Physically, she felt like she could sprint a mile. Mentally, all she could picture was the scene in the alley—men surrounding her, touching her in places she'd never been touched before, hurting her, cutting her, prodding, poking, slamming her against a wall… Everything from that moment was so vivid, and now it was going to happen all over again. She screamed once more as the yellow-eyed man grabbed her shoulders one more time, harder, and tears streamed down her face. This is why she ran… How could she just sit here and take a bath in this place? How could she have possibly forgotten the danger that she'd obviously run from before? What was happening to her? Why hadn't she remembered this? This was life or death.

"Ayato!"

Another voice. Another man. She flipped over in the tub and put her back to the ceiling, screaming out again, hoping someone would come rescue her again. But these monsters were the ones who had saved her before. Sow ho would save her from her saviors?

"Enough. You're scaring her. I can feel her terror from the other side of the house. Let her be."

"But Teddy needs his ba—"

"I said, enough. It can wait. Get out of here."

The purple-haired boy grumbled something under his breath, and then just disappeared. Yui flipped over and recognized the man with the orange hair and headphones—Shu.

"And you actually got up off the couch for this?" the yellow-eyed man snickered. There was something teasing about his tone.

"I'm trying to relax and I can literally feel you two scaring her. You were making it hard for me to sleep."

"Why do you care if she's afraid?" His tone was the same.

"Tch. Why'd you come in here, then?"

"My brother would have killed her. You know how he gets around new prey. He doesn't even try to hold back, and he knows it. He wouldn't care if he broke her."

"So, you care if he does?"

"Well, Reiji said she's here for a reason, right? I'm sure that means we need her alive."

"Is that all?"

"Well… did you smell that blood when Subaru brought her home? Not to be greedy, but I already called dibs. She's mine, and I don't want Kanato killing her before I even get a taste."

There was a pause, then Shu spoke again. "She's still afraid." Even with her head down in the tub, she could feel them both looking at her. She was naked—vulnerable. She was shaking and there was water all over the floor and under the tub. She just wanted them to go away. She didn't want to be hurt again. She didn't want to be attacked. All she could think of were pictures in her mind of the scene in the alley. She was held down. She was hurt. She'd been afraid. She remembered thinking that she was going to die then. She felt the same way now. These people were going to hurt her; she was sure of it.

A hand hit her back and she yelped, flailing an arm out behind her. She hit something, but another second passed and a hand was on her back again.

"Stop wailing like a child. I'm not here to hurt you, human."

"Get away!" she screamed. It was all she could do.

"So noisy… Hurry up. Get some clothes on. I'll take you back to your room. My brothers may want to stop you along the way. Either you come with me now, or you go alone. Decide. Now."

Something about his hand on her back calmed her, for no good reason. She knew she should still be afraid, but she listened to his words. He wasn't hurting her or threatening her. Instead, he offered to walk her back through the house, filled with people that could, and wanted to, hurt her. She was scared, but she knew better than to decline his offer, even in her panic.

She flipped over again, holding her palms to her breasts as cover, but the orange-haired man had his side to her. He stared at he opposite wall and held a white towel out to her. She paused for a moment, just staring at him. Why was he being kind to her? Why was he showing decency and turning away?

She grabbed the towel and quickly wrapped it around herself as she stood. Before she could say 'thank you,' Shu was over by the door. She jumped and, strangely enough, started to feel some kind of connection with this stranger, simply for showing her an ounce of kindness. She wasn't stupid, but she couldn't help it, either. The way he avoided eye contact, or the simple fact he was helping her… Maybe not everyone in this mansion was bad. Maybe that's why she'd come back… This one… And Subaru and Laito—the two that had saved her…

"Thank you," she said, as he opened the door and she passed under his arm. She didn't want to neglect to thank him for his kindness, and each passing moment seemed more awkward than the last.

He didn't reply, but instead just walked ahead of her for about a minute until he stood in front of her bedroom door.

"Thank you," she said again, not sure how else to converse with him. But this time he turned and looked at her, and his eyes went from her bare feet to her waist up to her chest and then his gaze rested on her collarbone. She gulped and gripped the towel tighter around her body. "I'll just be heading to bed now," she added, grabbing the doorknob and quickly opening the door for herself. She stepped inside and turned to shut it, but Shu was in the way. "M… May I help you with something?" she stammered, and his expressionless face suddenly held a tint of contempt.

"I just gave you a lot of my time, getting my younger brothers to leave you alone and bringing you back here, and you have the nerve to ask if you can help me? What rights do you wrongly think you have here? Whatever they are, get them out of your head immediately." He took a slow but threatening step forward, into her room, and gently closed the door behind him, staring at her the whole time. "If I wanted something from you, I would take it. There would be no need for you to ask. On the other hand, If you're offering yourself to me..." He cocked his head to one side and watched her slowly shake her head at him, taking a step back. "Not even in your gratitude? How terrible of you. Now I'm going to have to take what I want."

"Please," she whispered, as Shu took another step towards her. She backed up in turn. "Please," she begged him. He took another step. Yui backed up until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she sat down, not having the strength to stand anymore. Shu was practically on top of her. And then he really was. He stood over her on the bed and the leaned forward and crawled to position himself, his chest parallel to hers. He stared down at her, all emotion drained from his face again. Yui couldn't help it when she started to cry.

"Don't you want to know how we can disappear the way we do?" he asked, but she shook her head. She didn't want any of this. She didn't want to be a part of this. "Here. Look."He opened his mouth and peeled back his upper lip, showing her a pair of sharp, white teeth. He didn't smile, and he closed his mouth right after, his face expressing his discomfort from peeling back his lip. "Your blood smells sweet," he whispered, leaning down. Yui was frozen, too much of everything clouding her. Her memories were blurry, and it took all her engery just to try and remember the things she forgot. And now this… whatever he was saying. Fangs, blood, disappearing acts… Nothing made sense. And a young man was on top of her, and he was intimidating, but he was beautiful at the same time. And it was impossible for her to think clearly with everything happening at once.

"I want to taste it." He leaned down, his breath on her neck, the smell of him getting in her hair. Her eyes widened and she could feel the panic rising again from her heart, building up in her chest, under her ribs. The pounding got harder and vibrated her body. She felt a sharp pain in her neck, and the physical trigger made her jump. And then she could move again, and she did everything in her power to buck him off of her. She squirmed and screamed and wriggled, but she wasn't going anywhere. He gripped her chin with his one hand, and the other one sneaked under her and around her waist, pulling her stomach into his. His lips seemed stuck to the side of her throat, and she knew why, but at the same time she couldn't believe it. She tried pounding on his back and pulling on his hair, but for some reason she felt as if she was hitting a doll. If she'd hurt him, it was hard to tell. He seemed to not care about her or what she was doing. The realization of that made her stop fighting, and she just let herself cry until it was over.

"Shh..."

Yui felt his one hand release her waist and move up to his head. In the next moment, he placed an earbud in her right ear. The music must have been on the lowest volume, because she could barely hear anything. But he cupped his hand over the earbud in her ear and she began listening to a soft, higher-pitched tune. It was slow and calming, and then she felt his fingers run through her hair, his mouth still fastened to the same place on her neck. She felt like she was getting weaker, but he was caressing her, and the music was lovely… She felt very tired.

Shu finally came up and put his face in front of hers, still emotionless. Yui's eyes were lidded and she could barely keep them open anymore. She stared at him, her mind watching his face with the soft music in her ear and the gentle touch running through her hair.

"I'll sleep beside you tonight," she heard him whisper, and he was moving her around—her head rested on a pillow and then there was a blanket over her and she was surrounded by a strange warmth. She didn't know why, because he'd just attacked her, but she wanted to thank him again... But her eyes were already closing.