C12 His Nemesis

Theodore POV

I walked out of the dungeon, I could still hear her sobs.

I gulped bitterly, my hands desperately itched to hold her, to stroke her hair, to feel her soft skin.

I ran a hand over my hair in frustration.

I walked into the kitchen and met mother

Esma.

I sighed and sat down, she turned around to face me with a smile on her face, then walked closer and stroked my hair