Justine gave a little cry when he pulled her into his arms and embraced her, and with all of her strength, (which was nothing next to his, especially in her weakened state), she put her hands on his chest - careful to make sure he was covered - and pushed back, fear in her eyes.
"Thomas, no. No! You'll burn yourself."
There was nothing she wanted more than to snuggle in his embrace, to fall asleep knowing that she was safe. Even knowing that Lara and Lord Raith would leave her alone now had not made sleeping come any easier. They were still there, and if they wanted her gone, they wouldn't have to touch her. That wasn't how the White Court worked. So even as exhausted as she had been, her sleep had been light, and she'd felt the need to sleep with one eye open.
But against her deepest desires, she was struggling now to get away from him, to free herself from his grip. Holding her like this...would only cause him pain, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.