Killian brought Inez to a room. The tension in his shoulders was yet to ease. "Are you alright?" He asked her, his feet heading straight to the couch placed at the corner of the room, like he was a man on a mission.
Inez slowly nodded. The panic that had been running high in her body slowly started to subdue. Her mind, which had been working tirelessly, anxiously to help her escape from the dangers in front of her, turned quiet. She was finally safe; she didn't need to worry about being caught or her identity as the siren being known to others. She wouldn't be caught, trapped and used as a breeding sow or blood bank.
She was safe.
"Where are your shoes?" Killian helped her down on the couch and asked calmly. Trying to ease the tension that was still stuck right between her shoulders and body. He glanced at her clothes, which were torn. He knew that it was done by the guard, but where were her shoes?
