She just couldn't accept Julian Eames's situation yet...
Holding her hand, he felt the dampness in her palm, and as he lowered his head and turned over her hand, he saw a blood-red mark. He frowned slightly, somewhat lost in thought.
Tiana Thorne didn't notice his expression; giving her hand to him didn't mean she was going with him. She took a deep breath before speaking again: "I'll leave once he's out."
"Mm."
This time, he didn't refuse. With his other hand, he cupped her face and planted a comforting kiss on her forehead, not pulling away: "The ground is cold."
His breath lingered around her nostrils, carrying his unique scent. Her heart, devoid of any sense of security, gradually felt a bit more at ease.
Then, he stretched out his long arms, lifted her in a bridal carry, and walked over to a nearby bench, gently placing her down.
May Sloane watched this scene, a sour feeling in her nose, grateful for Fourth Master. It seemed only Fourth Master could make her relax.
