Xavier's POV
Emelie makes these noises when I touch her.
The moan when I’d rubbed her scalp, the gasp when I’d brushed her hair, and even the whine when I’d squeezed her throat a bit roughly by accident—does she know she’s making erotic noises?
It worried me that she might be doing it naturally.
Truly, she was a defenseless creature.
A weak human, naive to the ways of the world.
Incessently bowing, ducking, panicking at the mere sight of me.
She’s young.
Fifteen, according to Isaac.
Just months younger than me but . . . she wasn’t raised like me. We wouldn’t be at the same level of maturity. Couldn't. She’s just a child. A petite, terrified child who was far too easy on the eyes for her own good.
It was no surprise a brute like Ricco would have taken notice of her soft features
