LIAM
I saw her standing by his doorstep, trembling as she cried softly and I couldn’t help but wonder what that mean stepbrother of mine had done to her.
Her shoulders were sloped and her head was bent, making her look like a crestfallen little girl.
“Blessed wolf...” I said, calmly as I walked up to her. She didn’t seem to notice my presence as she cried on. Somehow she looked even twice as pretty than she did before. Was it because her tears had washed some dirt out of her face? Or was I just noticing how gorgeous she was?
I kicked it out of my mind and reminded myself that she was a mere slave and an outcast.
Her frail hands were wet with tears and were as delicate as glass. I took hold of her hand and led her out of his house and slowly we made our way out of Aiden’s gardens.
