Chapter Fifty Three

Hope

I was dimly aware that i was being carried yet again. It wasn’t Damian. I was intimately familiar with his touch. For a moment I panicked, and then I heard comforting words being spoken in Greek and then in English.

“Rest easy, little sister. You are safe.”

“Where are we going?” i asked weakly.

“Some place safe,” he soothed. “Damian won’t allow anything to happen to you.”

I wanted to protest that Damian wouldn’t do anything for me, but I couldn’t muster the energy. At some point, I heard Damian and i cursed the fact that i immediately felt safer and that some of the panic abated.

I felt the brush of lips against my forehead and then firm hands tucking me into bed. Fingers stroked through my hair, and warmth enveloped me.

“You are safe,my love. I will never allow anyone to hurt you again.”

“Don’t call me that,” i cried. “Never again.” But i held to Damian ’s promise even as my heart screamed in protest. He had lied to me. I couldn’t believe anything he said. And yet i relax