Kira In Bed With Liam

Liam approached quietly, almost tiptoeing. He bent down in front of the ‘stray.’ The rakish smile on his face disappeared, replaced with a grave look. Kira had her knees drawn up. She was resting her face on her arms. Though her eyes were closed, it was clear that they were puffy and their rims were red. A teardrop clung to the end of her long lashes. Her left cheek retained a faint trace of finger marks. Who hit her? ‘Kira,’ Liam called out in a soft voice. Kira didn’t respond. Charles stood behind Liam, watching. Liam suddenly asked, ‘Do you feel a draught?’ Charles felt the air. ‘No, I don’t think so.’ ‘Do you feel a draught?’ Liam repeated. Charles threw a confused glance at his young master’s back. ‘Um, a little bit?’ he ventured. Liam nodded, satisfied with his answer. ‘It’s cold out here. She’s going to wake up with a headache. We shouldn’t let someone sleep out in the open like this, should we?’ ‘Um, we probably shouldn’t.’ ‘That’s right.’ Liam picked Kira up in his arms. ‘This