Steele's POV
I stood in awe, taking in every detail of her. Although her beauty remained unparalleled, she was not nourishing herself as was necessary. Her skin was pale and her eyes were dull of life. At least they were until the shadows of her tears dried enough for her to see me. Once she had, some animation filtered through her pain as she wrapped herself around me. And suddenly, it wasn’t close enough.
“Can I take this off?” She asked while tugging at the sticky fabric of my already torn shirt. I nodded, sitting on the edge of the shower tub as she seemed nervous to note the details of my wounds. By now, the only thing that remained were the remnants from the silver, which caught her attention. After the shirt left my chest, her eyes leveled to my wrists as she pulled them forward.
