58. You are a monster

In a corner of the dungeon, Darius Simard was sitting while leaning back to the wall with Jane Dover in his arms. He had leaned his head back but his eyes were opened. Jane Dover's head was on his wide chest and her eyes were closed. The night was darker. The dungeon was cold and horrible. But his presence spread warmth and a sense of security around her. She was not sad anymore. She was not afraid anymore. She just wanted to cling to him as long as she could.

They didn't talk. When she realized that he was present in front of her and it was a reality, she threw herself in his arms and cried. He chose to console her without words. There were many things to say, but the night was not allowing them to waste time talking. They just wanted to feel each other.

Darius Simard sighed and peeked at her pale and small face. She opened her red eyes and slowly raised her head. When their gaze connected, he held her tighter.