Safe in His Arms

"Maeve, how old are you?" Kael asked, his usually cold eyes carrying a trace of helplessness.

"Three! Come on, just tell me a story, please? When I was little, I had to fend for myself. No one ever told me bedtime stories. You have no idea how jealous I was of those kids on TV falling asleep to stories."

Kael couldn't bear to hear this because no one understood Maeve's feelings better than he did.