Mika's POV
Watching her sleep was one of the most peaceful things I had experienced the past two weeks. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The small smile she got the second I began whispering to her; the small furrowing of her brow the second she started dreaming along with the small sighs leaving her lips every once in a while. She was utter perfection. She was like a flower; beautiful, colorful, and fragile. But then again, she was also incredibly strong, overly stubborn, and will-minded. There was no one that could make her do anything that she didn't want to do unless it would benefit someone she loved, that was.
The thought of her bending over backward because Claus wanted it, made me want to break stuff. The second those words left her lips the day we found her, I felt a rage in
