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LUKE'S POV.

"What the heck?" I exclaimed, looking at the slashes on Esme's skin.

"We already sent men out to search for him. He can't have gone far." One of the guards said, and I nodded, still looking at Esme's wounds.

"You can leave now." I told them. "Let everyone leave."

They bowed, and as they left, I heard Drake's voice.

"What happened? Was that Esme's scream? What's all the commotion about?" He asked, before seeing Esme, standing against her dresser, looking as pale as a sheet, "Oh my God. Who did this?" He asked softly, staring at her wounds.

Esme winced as she tried to move.

"It wasn't that fatal. I'll heal soon. I just need to get to the bathroom." She said, but winced aloud as she made another move.

"Stay still." I said, bending to lift her into my arms, taking her to the bathroom. I pushed the door open with a foot, and placed her gently into the tub.