*Claire*
Nathaniel made quick work of the others. After I got a hold of myself and finally managed to get out of being tied to the chair, he got his second wind. I would be lying to myself if I said that I wasn’t at least a little aroused at seeing how Nathaniel threw those vampires around like it was nothing.
Now, however, seeing him go from standing to collapsing to his knees makes me feel pure, unadulterated dread. I rush over to him and see the injuries on his body.
His wrists are cut to ribbons and there are clear bloody gashes on his torso. His breathing sounds labored and forced, like he’s fighting for each breath. Suddenly, the bruises and burning cuts on my own body seem meaningless.
I reach out and cup his face in my hands, forcing his head over slightly to look at me.