'oh my darling' Rose fussed over her daughter, running her hands over her daughters hair, fussing and affirming for herself that Agape was here before her and that there were no obvious wounds or injuries marring her first born. 'Did he hurt you? If he laid a hand on you I will...' she let the threat hang in the air. No one had mentioned any injuries - well no physical ones anyway and there were more ways than knives or wands that a man could use to harm a little girl.

She cut off the threat by hugging Agape close to her, a bear hug crushing her right against her, a tingle of fear still running along her spine, as she dreaded letting the girl go. In a hug she would be safe.

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