Chapter 65
Dante Castelli.
I turned my back on Langley’s remains and walked over to Elijah.
He was unconscious; his body collapsed on the filthy ground.
I knelt beside him and scooped him into my arms.
His body felt so small compared to mine.
So fragile.
But he wasn’t fragile.
My bunny had survived this.
I pivoted on my heels and left the yard.
The inmates immediately stepped aside, retreating as if I were a demon incarnate.
They weren’t wrong.
“Sorry for being late, Elijah.”
His eyes fluttered open slowly.
They shimmered with tears.
“I–I didn’t betray you…”
My steps halted.
“What?”
His fingers clung to my uniform tightly, his sobs choking his words./
“I didn’t betray you… that guard… he kissed me by force… tried to rape me… but I got away…”
My heart clenched with fury.
“Then… two guards… they said you approved the fight… because I betrayed you…”
His tears spilled over, his eyes brimming with anguish.
‘I swear I didn’t betray you….
Rage roared back inside me.
So that bastard not only tried to touch him… he lied too.
“Elijah, I never ordered any of that.”
I cupped his face gently, threading my fingers into his sweat–damp hair.
I would never abandon you.
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I kissed his forehead.
He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears run freely.
I just kept walking, carrying him straight to the infirmary.
Once inside, I laid him carefully on the cot.
I grabbed the medical supplies.
I’d been treating wounds all my life.
I knew how to take care of a broken body.
And this time wouldn’t be any different.
I soaked a gauze pad in antiseptic and carefully cleaned the cuts on his face.
His eyes closed, his body gradually relaxing under my touch.
I applied ointment to his cracked lips and to the bruises around his eyes.
I opened a bottle of painkillers and helped him drink, gently holding his chin.
I lowered his uniform down to his hips, exposing his stomach.
Bruises were already forming.
I took another ointment and spread it across the sensitive skin.
Every touch was careful.
Precise.
These hands that once destroyed lives were now here to heal him.
That’s what Elijah did to me.
Turned even a monster like me into someone who would tend to his wounds.
But only him.
Only he deserved that privilege.
The rest of the world?
They would keep dying under my hands.
I kill.
And I will keep killing.
Without remorse.
Without mercy.
But I’ll protect him.
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Care for him.
It’s the only thing keeping me sane amid the chaos.
Once I finished applying the ointment to his stomach, I dressed him carefully, making sure every movement was as gentle as possible.
‘Let’s go back to the cell, bunny. There, you can be more comfortable without the uniform. It’ll help you recover.”
I lifted his body gently, a soft groan escaping his lips, his face contorting at the slightest movement.
“My body hurts so much…”
“I know, darling. I kept my tone soft, trying to soothe him. “It’ll pass. I’ll take care of you.”
We left the infirmary, walking through the quiet corridors. The inmates hadn’t returned to the block yet, which was a relief. He needed to rest, away from curious stares and unwanted comments.
Once inside the cell, I pulled the curtains and laid him carefully on the bed. Another low moan escaped him, betraying his pain.
I undressed him again, removing the bloodstained fabric. The uniform was tossed aside, meaningless. His arms were covered in dark bruises, the marks of the beating still vivid.
“I’ll be right back, darling.”
I placed a kiss on his forehead before leaving, heading back to the infirmary. I gathered a first–aid kit, some painkillers, anti–inflammatory meds, and extra ointments. I passed by the private bathroom, filling a bucket with clean water, grabbing a new bar of soap, and grabbing a towel.
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