Tension bled from her as her breathing evened out. Silas couldn’t smell the salt of her tears anymore. “Thank you,” she murmured. Rubbing small circles along her back, he said, “You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you, Ivy. It’s my pleasure and my responsibility.” Snorting a quiet laugh, she nuzzled into him more. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say they enjoyed taking responsibility for me.” Silas really, truly wanted to hunt down every single person who mistreated Ivy and make them wish for Hell. “Well now you have,” he said, voice deep and rumbling like distant thunder.
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