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The outburst from today had been a first, just how the fact that he's touching Sisi so tenderly is a first too.

His hand in her hair, he's stroking it lightly, as if she's the most precious person for him.

"Shh," he seems to say, "When you hurt I hurt," he continues, and both Lina and I stare at each other, unable to believe it's Vlad saying those words.

"He's still a killer, Lina," I feel compelled to add.

"Yes. But he's a killer who sheds tears." She purses her lips, pointing at the screen.

Frowning, I place my glasses back on, squinting to see the so-called tears.

My jaw goes slack, my mouth wide open as I watch stupefied the man who'd been nicknamed Berserker for his murderous rages and how his eyes are indeed shedding tears.

"I've never seen him cry," I add, almost in a trance.

Hell, I'd never seen him doanyof these things.

He's holding tightly onto Sisi, trying to comfort her. She raises her hands to his face, her thumbs moving gently across his cheeks and swiping the tears away before leaning in to pepper his face with kisses.

I'm suddenly uncomfortable, as if I'm intruding in a private moment meant only for the two of them.

Her hands roam all over his front as she quickly removes his shirt.

"That's it, Lina," I groan, about to close the computer.

"No, wait." She stops my hand. "Look." She frowns.

Sisi gets up to pick up something before taking a seat on the bed again.

"I think she's sewing his wound," Lina whispers, her eyes glued to the screen.

And she's right as I watch my sister painstakingly try to work Vlad's wound, her movements sloppy even from a distance.

"She's never been great at that," Lina jokes, and a small smile plays on my lips.

"I'm surprised she's not squeamish," I comment.

Vlad doesn't even flinch as the needle penetrates his skin, his eyes wholly focused on Sisi.

And that's when I see something in his gaze I would have never associated with Vlad.

Love.

"I think you're right, Lina," I tell her, bringing her hand to my lips for a quick kiss. "Maybe we need to have another chat with them."

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Biting her lower lip, she struggles to cross the needle through my skin. Her brows are drawn together as she concentrates on getting it right, though she's admitted to not being great at arts and crafts.

A smile on my face, I watch her entranced, the mere fact that her two dainty hands are working to put me back together makes my heart swell in my chest.

"Are they still watching, you think?" she asks, lowering her voice.

"I don't know," I whisper, my mouth close to her ear.

As soon as Catalina had left the room I'd noticed that she was lingering a little in the hallway, her hand creeping up to open the door a little better, ensuring the angle gave enough visibility in the room. One look in the hallway and I'd seen a camera pointed right at us.

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