He said nothing, just held her frail and tender body in his arms, tightening his embrace until his hollow and panicked heart felt filled.
Listening to the woman's weak and aggrieved sobbing, Waylon Lewis felt a sharp pain in his chest.
A fierce chill flashed mercilessly through his dark eyes.
He gently stroked her back for comfort, and after a long embrace, Hope Williams's mood slowly calmed down, her crying tapering off. Waylon Lewis gradually let her go and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Still scared?"
Hope Williams nodded lightly, still terrified by what had happened.
He frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on her, speaking tenderly, "I have something to take care of, I'll step out for a while and be back soon. Can you wait here for me?"
Hope Williams grabbed his hand, "Where are you going?"
Waylon Lewis bent down, cupping the back of her head, and firmly planted a kiss on her lips.