I wiped the fatigue from my eyes as I slid my arm under her slim waist, and the other under the back of her thighs, I scooped her little frame into my hands lightly as I made a half-hearted attempt not to wake her.
I carried her from my room into hers, and I set her down on her bed, I turned on my heels to leave when she involuntary gripped my wrist from reflex.
She was still fast asleep, but her little hand made an attempt to fully enclose my wrist.
I grinned as I turned back around to face her, and for that one small moment she seemed so delicate. Like a beautiful little flower, so fragile and sweet.
But I knew that was exactly what little Cora was not.
Cora Drakon is a stone cold killer, but there was something delicate inside of her.
I only wish that forever dormant part of her w
