Delphiné's hand shook as he gently traced the bruised puncture wounds on your neck, a feral look in his magenta eyes as he started to lose control.

Fury was an understatement to what he was feeling now.

Blessed with dark magic since birth, he was always a danger to others, a mere tantrum enough to kill everyone in a 10-mile radius. That earned him a childhood alone in a specialized cell, detained where nobody could hear his pleas, his cries of loneliness.

Perhaps that was the start of the deep hatred he held for his family. The reason why he hated any of his brothers laying a hand on you, the new housekeeper and his first real friend.

He had warned them to be gentle with you. But did they listen? No, of course not. If they had, you wouldn't be standing there all pale with your neck bruised from the rough feedings.

He'd kill them all for your sake.