He hadn't expected something like this to happen. He had expected her to be strong enough to fight against an attack. He was wrong, though.
He answered the knock at his door to find her, bruised and bloody, barely standing on her two feet.
They didn't speak, only exchanged silent words. He didn't want to open any wounds that were already bleeding. Instead, he lifted her into his arms, his mindset switching to one he would have carried on the battlefield, when one of his comrades had taken a hit.
He laid her on the couch and left the room to retrieve a cloth. As he ran it under warm water, he ran over how he could claim revenge on whoever had done this to her.
Returning to the room, he knelt before her and gently pressed the cloth to the bleeding on her lip before moving to clean the dried blood away from her nose.
"Who did this?" he finally asked. Her eyes did not meet his, only stared past him. He took her chin into his hand and turned her face toward him. "Tell me, Wanda."
She pressed her lips into a thin line as she shook her head. "No, James. I can't risk you."
"Tell me, Wanda," he urged once more, his eyes bearing into hers.
"They recognized me from Nigeria. They had friends there that were killed in the explosion. They did it to repay the wrong that had been committed."
Anger quickly rose to the surface but he did his best to conceal it, for her sake. He continued to clean away the blood that had dried on her pale skin.
He didn't know how, but they would pay for what they had done to her.
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The Witch and the Soldier
Fanfic"What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame, but something wild to run with" - Robert Brault No characters or music belong to me. All rights go to the true owners.
