Jessica

Hannah had fallen asleep against Remondin after her emotional outburst, which left the man in a bit of a pinch. He held the tiny girl in his palms, simply just looking at her. In her sleep, she looked so small and helpless. It made him want to tuck her away somewhere safe where nothing could hurt her ever.

But first, he had to find a place for her to sleep. For the time being Remondin supposed, he could put her on the bed, but that would have to change later that night. It was too dangerous for her. So with gentle hands, he transferred the sleeping girl to his pillow and slowly got up as to no jostle her. He stood, and with quiet and quick steps he left the room, shutting the door behind him with an explosive breath.

"Is everything all right, sire?"

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The tea was steeping in the porcelain pot on the table, the smell already easing Remondin's aching head. He'd drank more than he would in a lifetime in under a week. The news of Michelle's passing had hit him hard, and his heart still ached. For the past three days, he'd been blaming himself for not fighting harder to get to her, to see her again.

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