Draven's eyes widened as he felt her hand clasped over his own. How did she manage to calm him this way? How did she make the trembling stop?
"Draven," Madeline whispered softly, "You have me now. You don't need to feel alone anymore." She then rested her head on his shoulder. "We're family now, Draven. You and I."
Draven tensed at her touch. How was he able to keep his composure despite her hand on his and her head resting on his shoulder? How was he able to control the beast within him? Was it her words that soothed him? "Madeline," he called out, but received no response. Tilting his head, he noticed she had drifted off to sleep.
"Such a trouble to my heart ," Draven muttered teasingly as he gently brushed aside a strand of her brown hair covering her face. Her delicate face came into view as he traced his fingers over her cheek, committing every detail to his memory.
