The confusion only made Seraphine uncomfortable, but Bloodfang was helping Marsha through it, and her strength was enough for her to stand on her own.
"V, what's going on?" She asked, feeling worried, her brow furrowed with confusion and unease. The threads still pulsed at his wrist, a constant reminder of the bonds that refused to break.
But Voren smiled at her, the expression warm and reassuring, a balm to her frayed nerves. "Don't worry. Mom would explain it."
"I can stand on my own now," She said but Voren shook his head, his arms tightening around her, pulling her closer against his chest.
"You are safer in my arms. This is where you belong."
"You will get tired," she pointed out, a hint of teasing in her voice despite the tension that still coiled in her chest. Voren smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper, something that spoke of devotion and unwavering certainty.
"Wanna bet? I can carry you like this for eternity."
