Aletta was falling unconscious. He was taking so much blood from her, and the pain was starting to form. Her twines were strangling him on their own, then she suddenly felt herself moving through the air.
Bracing for the pain that was to come, she tightly closed her eyes only to feel a familiar suffocating warmth catching her into his arms. Unlike before when his aura had been dangerous, it seems he was himself again and she found herself pressing her nose against his chest, trying to inhale his scent. It made her feel more safe and helped calm her mind down.
Neither of them said anything to the other. She could feel his intense gaze on her face like he was studying her. Aletta was too ashamed to look up after running away from him. She wondered if he would just allow her to leave, but that was almost impossible. What bothered her the most was the open tree close to them. But settling into his hold was addicting, and she felt like she never wanted to leave.
