[Bishop Estella POV]
A few moments after the battle ended, it was like a dream for the surviving knights, but Bishop Estella was exhausted, her arms barely able to hold the spear before she was suddenly grabbed by a rugged pair of hands holding her steady. "Bishop of Light, are you well?"
It was that otherworldly handsome vampire who saved her before... She could feel her chest throbbing faster and faster like a rabbit fleeing its hunter.
She quickly shook off the hands of the man before she was too tempted. "I am fine! Please excuse my rudeness—I have to attend to the injured. They need me!"
Bishop Estella tried to run off, but her legs were like lead as she fell, once again his powerful arms catching her, but this time he scooped her up into a princess carry.