>Sebastian
Lynlee trembled against me. Her slight weight only caused a little discomfort, but it was trumped by the calm that settled over me. Being the thing that helped her shouldn’t have felt so good, so right. I kept Lynlee anchored to me with an arm around her waist, and I cradled the back of her head while the worst of it passed.
“It’s alright,” I tried to soothe her. “You’re safe with me.” Moonlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, giving shape to everything in the room. Whatever happened, whoever died, it had changed this girl.
“Talk to me. Tell me something,” she begged, her words muffled against me.
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything,” she answered. I sighed, letting my nose dip to the top of her head. The determination I had to keep her at arm’s length was a
