She looked bewildered and gave it to him as the door opened and Romero stepped out, his eyes deadly. Ferris put it on and grabbed Alyssa and everything went black. When they woke, they were in Fleur’s apartment. Some time had passed; it was maybe 9 at night. They were on the floor of the living room. Alyssa was asleep and Ferris was no where to be seen.
There was a silence before someone stood in the doorway, his silhouette tall and familiar. “I’m here, Princess, don’t worry.”
He settled her on his hips, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him, trying to crush any space between them. “You’re amazing,” he murmured.
His face softened and he pulled her in. “Don’t cry, sweetheart, please don’t cry. Everything’s okay.”
He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes in something close to relief. “I love you, Fleur,” he said quietly, his voice low. “You don’t need to say it back, but I do love you.”
