Turns out in a castle of vampires, there aren't many places to go for solace. So I go to the one place I know, consequences damned.
Soren finds me in his study hours later, curled up on a couch, leeching the warmth from a fire that had long since died. Shadows curl around his form from where he shadowshifted in, but it takes one look at my tear streaked face, and another coming to rest on my heart for his eyes to flame red with untameable anger. In two swift movements he is hoisting me off the couch, carrying me bridal style, my body limp and swaying loosely in his hands. I don't even have the energy to protest or wonder why he's bothering to pick me up at all.
