Elijah had found you crying in the library and usually he’d tease you for this because that’s what he did, he would always make fun of you. But, this time was different. Very different.

He just scooped you up into his arms like you weighed nothing, sat down on the sofa and cradled you on his lap. “Who hurt you?” He asked rather demandingly yet softly, his fingers gently stroking your hair.