As we walked back to Lydia's room, I couldn't shake off the adrenaline from the battle. Lydia's presence, warm and reassuring beside me, helped calm the storm within. Her hand was entwined with mine, her fingers squeezing gently. As we reached her room, she turned to me with a playful smile.
"You know," she began, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "you were supposed to protect me."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I did protect you. That demon is nothing but ashes now."
She giggled, stepping closer and pressing her body against mine. "But what if another one shows up? What if I'm in danger again?"
My heart quickened, and I placed my hands on her hips, drawing her even closer. "Then I'll protect you again. But right now, you seem to be in perfectly good hands."
Lydia tilted her head up, her lips brushing against my jawline. "Are you sure about that?" she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
