His brows knitted together in concern, and admittedly, a deep rooted hurt that she pushed him away. But then her words sunk in and he blinked at her. Burn himself? The Hunger rumbled its desire again, strong and wanton, but Thomas pushed it away and looked at the feebly, struggling girl. That wasn't the state he'd left her in a week ago.
Super. What the hell was going on?
Not wanting to waste her strength--he wasn't concerned about himself in the moment, after all--he released her gently and with a hand on her arm, careful that her blouse was covering her skin, eased her to sitting. His heart beat wildly in his chest and he stared at her a little too intently.
"You're here," he wiped the dread from his voice, the concern and lack of understanding. She would worry about him, and he only wanted her safe. "I know somewhere safe to take you."