Esme's POV
He wasn't unconscious. I had just brought a rogue into my house while alone. There was neither Uncle nor Ritch… that meant I should handle this.
His grip on my arm was firm, but no other part of his body moved. He was still badly injured.
Before my heart tore out of my chest, I clenched my fist and slammed it on his face.
His eyes rolled back and his neck dropped.
I breathed in sharply, holding my chest.
"That was… something." I rushed to gulp down water and went back to stopping the blood.
Perhaps living with seven immortals left me a little insane. Perhaps I took a part of their instability too.
An Alpha Rogue bleeding and bearing the seal of a mage wasn't the scariest person I could encounter.
I didn't even know if he was truly an Alpha, or if those red eyes were a result of poor sleep. A small smile crept to my lips at that silly thought.
