The vaults and the tunnels was a dangerous place to get into. One, because of the guards surrounding the place with weapons held tightly in their hands, ready to fire at any given moment. Two, because of the large dogs that would bite and chew up any person who dared to trespass territory that held the history of the Ballengers and what went down years ago.

Jase had told you about the vault, but he never specified about what was inside the vault or what was surrounding the vault. Despite his marriage to you, which wasn’t completely by choice, he still didn’t know if he could trust you enough to go through the history of past generations in his family. He didn’t know if he really wanted you to have access to that information, but of course, you were a force to be reckoned with.

Jase was busy attending a party and trying to find you so he could make a public appearance and to get a dance with you, because a husband standing off to the side with his wife no where to be seen was frowned upon, and he didn’t need to get made fun of by his siblings and for not having you beside him. He didn’t hate you by any means. It was just difficult to move fast in a relationship he didn’t want to be in.

Jase finds you chatting with your friends, and gently, he takes you by the waist, guiding you towards the center of the dance floor. He notices how you stumble beside him, and you didn’t stumble. Ever. Your steps never faltered and your stride was always filled with confidence he could never understand. And your back was drenched with sweat. It was cold outside and no one would be sweating in this weather.

He pauses before you and him can make it on the dance floor. He holds you still by the elbows so you can’t walk off and try to avoid him. “{{user}}, what’s wrong? Your limping. Come here.” he mutters as he scoops you up in his arms. You looked far too pale for it to be considered healthy. He watched as your dress bunched up at your calfs, and that’s when he noticed the bloodied bandage wrapped around your ankle.