“No! No, get away from me!” Fury filled him. Followed by a wave of protectiveness that was just bizarre. But she kept drawing him back like a moth to a flame. He slid himself out from underneath her bed. Yes, he liked to lie under her bed while she slept. There was nothing weird about that. Standing, he loomed over her. The first few times she’d had a nightmare while he’d been in her room, he’d had no idea what to do. Looking after others wasn’t something he was familiar with. So, he’d just stood there like a dummy. But eventually, it had become impossible to just watch her suffer.
