A pang of discomfort shot through Damian Fairchild's chest at the sight of her, so aggrieved and utterly broken.
His chest rose and fell as he tried to suppress a powerful emotion.
With his fingers, he brushed aside the hair plastered to her cheeks, soaked with cold sweat. He then leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, trying to soothe her.
"I'm here."
"You're safe now."
Seraphina Quinn's words tumbled out incoherently.
"Tonight… I was getting ready to go to the supermarket around eight, and someone just… knocked me out… When I woke up, I was here. I swear I haven't done anything to offend anyone…"
Damian Fairchild removed his suit jacket, wrapping it around her trembling body. As he swept her into his arms, he ordered Seth Thorne, "Clean this up."
Seth Thorne nodded.
As Damian Fairchild turned to leave, carrying Seraphina Quinn, the agonizing wails of the drunkard rose from behind them, growing louder with each cry.
