I opened my eyes, relieved to see a man with eyes as red as a ruby, hair as dark as the night, and a voice as deep as the ocean. It was the man I'd grown to love over the course of our few months together, the man who'd become the refuge I sought.
I couldn't even put into words how relieved I felt just being in his presence. Even tears had unknowingly escaped my eyes, blurring my vision. Luke slowly put me down on the ground, taking my trembling hands in his.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his concern palpable in his voice. "Are you hurt anywhere? Another question came as he carefully took the weapons from my hands, replacing them with his warm hands. He looked around frantically for any wounds and was relieved when he couldn't find any—until he saw my neck. There were red marks from where the man had strangled me. "Who did this?"
