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Taking Madeline into the seat of the carriage, the red-haired vampire stood at the carriage's entrance, staring at the unconscious woman with a subtle gaze before looking at the young lad and giving him a light pat on the shoulder.
"Your wife isn't as fragile as you think, so you have nothing to worry about." He assured the young lad. "Any other person would have died in her current position, but she's still alive and well, get her somewhere safe if you have to."
Cassian could still hear the sound of her heart beating against his sensitive eardrums, and the only fault was her weak pulse when he checked her wrist for any. The cold look in his eyes wavered as he continued to examine her, his coat had shielded her small body, leaving not a little skin exposed.