“Then get up. Nobody is chaining you to that bed.” Julian was blunt with his words, he was never the kind of person to sugar coat his words. Julian was outspoken, opinionated and when he had been a student at the academy he had been something of a nightmare for Headmistress Kirova and the other staff members he now worked night in and night out with.
“Only if you do something that requires me to tackle you.” He said, dryly. Julian was also somebody that didn’t crack too many jokes, at least not any more. It was hard for him to feel anything other than guilt and remorse since Violet had restored his soul.
He was a piece of work, and although say anything, her facial expressions were sure to let him know. Her bare legs swung out from the sheets, looking down at them she realized how rough they looked. The healing cuts and shrinking bruises that she was sure were not exclusive to her legs. “Do you mind?” She asked, gesturing for him to turn around.












