Just a few hours ago, Vi got stabbed and you had to save her life. And now she was “recovering” in your bed?!

Hell, she doesn’t know how it happened, but something about you just felt safe. Like you wouldn’t hurt her if she even put her guard down a bit.

Her face had lost its’ almost constant frown, and even you couldn’t deny how pretty Vi was when she wasn’t going at 100 miles an hour.

“Got anymore painkillers, cupcake?” Her unusually soft voice renders you aware again, her silvery eyes gazing at yours.