He found me on the floor in the shower hugging my knees crying.
I could hear them fighting. Smelled their blood. I told myself to go help him, but I ran. Locked myself in the bathroom like a scared child. I heard the fight coming closer. I cowered in the shower trying to reach out to James, but I was shaking and felt tears falling onto my trembling hands.
Covering my face with my hands I cried trying to be silent; ashamed of my fear. I heard my name being hollered out, I knew it was him but I was too frightened to cry out and answer him.
When the shower door opened, I cringed and tried to push myself into the tile wall. Then I heard his voice, "Sara, oh Sara." I looked up and reached for him. He pulled me into his strong arms. I could smell his blood, the blood of others. I knew he had saved me. He had, not James.
Burying my face in his neck I sobbed partially out of relief, partially because James was not there. He held me and told me I was safe and he was taking me to his place, they'd keep me safe and wouldn't leave me alone. All I could do was nod and hold onto him.
I wanted to ask who he had fought, was everyone ok, but all I could do was let him scoop me into his arms as I closed my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder. As he walked out of the bath I opened my eyes to see Devon looking down at a bloodied and dead man.
I could feel Joe's snarl before I heard it, "Sasha was a fool to think he could get to her, Lord Mikael will notify Anderson he has dead security here and a dead vampire. Let's go home Dev."