Cool, calculating, protecting, Oliver smoothed bloodied hair from Verity's face. With a finger beneath her chin, he lifted her face to his, pouring love into a kiss which lacked passion in his anger at Eddie. 'That's right. It never happened,' but even as he comforted her, Oliver's mind was twisting Eddie into unimaginable shapes and ripping him limb from remaining limb. 'He wont ever get to you again. I'll make sure of it. I promise.