Mason Nightshade's body went stiff in that moment, yet he held her even tighter, "Mason Nightshade is your husband, your lover, the one who will accompany you for the rest of your life."
He held her hand, speaking softly, as if all gentleness resided in him at this moment.
"Mason," she lifted her face, tears streaming down, her misty eyes looked at him sorrowfully, "I can't find my mom, I can't find my way home, have they abandoned me? I'm so scared, it's so dark around, I don't know anyone, where is this? I want to go home."
"Alright, let's go home, I'll take you home."
It was then Mason noticed Aurelia Shaw wasn't wearing shoes, both her feet were ice-cold and purple. He carried her aboard the helicopter, nestling her feet in his clothes, covering her little feet with his large hands, warming them with his body heat.
