Cora’s pov.
One second I was being thrown into my cell and slammed against the wall repeatedly, the next I felt someone’s cold hand on my arm, shaking me roughly and dislodging me from that nightmare.
I would know Creed’s touch anywhere, it was rough, gentle and yet somehow calming at the same time. I could hear his voice in my ear, gently calling out my name while shaking me this way and that, and just like that, my eyes flew open and I woke up.
The first thing I saw was Creed, his eyes were wide and full of more expression than I’ve ever seen before, his hand on my arm was gentle as he cradled my trembling body gently.
At first I took comfort in his hold then some part of my brain realized the position we were in. I was mostly in his lap, my back was pressed against his broad che
