When the elevator doors slid open and he saw Isla standing in the elevator and balking when she saw where she was, he guessed that she probably remembered the first time that she had been at the catacombs and what had happened there, he watched her reluctant to leave the perceived safety of the elevator and shaking like a leaf in the wind in fear from her previous memory and he felt a fist grab his heart at the lool on her face, he never wanted her to feel that fear again, despite his better judgement he wanted to be able to protect her for all eternity. She looked so beautiful in the dress she wore, ethereal and pure, when he had specifically asked Angelique to get something with a high neck it had been because he wanted her to cover the hickeys he had left her body covered in after that
