POV: Covin Castillian
Covin turned away from the lit window. Adira was safe for now. He climbed his way up onto the roof of Malcolm's townhouse, feeling the rain pelt against his skin and drizzle down his back soaking his long black sleeved shirt to him.
Cold didn’t bother him. His body couldn’t freeze. He ran his hand through his dark hair, feeling droplets of water fly from the ends.
He looked at his hand, still bandaged. It was impossible for him to forget her gentle touch. The way her warm hand held his and the feel of her fingertips glided along his skin or the way she carefully wrapped the bandage around him as if for a moment she actually cared about him. It had been centuries since someone had cared for him. It was usually about survival and staying hidden. More importantly, k
