"Abigail…" he uttered her name, calmly. His eyes looked at her with a seemingly steely decision – a decision to send this girl away, as far away from himself as possible.
Since the night he first laid eyes on her in that underground parking lot, he had felt that she was likely a kind-hearted, gentle, and virtuous girl; an aura she seemed to exude. He discerned it from the way she talked and their interactions – a hint that she might have lived a sheltered life. He would even wager that she had been raised with strong values and had matured into a person of decency and compassion. That's one of the reasons he had initially dubbed her "little lamb" – she just emitted an aura of purity akin to freshly fallen snow, a striking contrast to his own nature.
