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Our little treasure was doing so well.

I was proud of her for not taking the medicine. It was poisoning her mind, weakening her so that the lord of the manor could keep her under his control.

The groundskeeper, Lord Clifton's little minion, was lazy with his duties but tonight he didn't make the same mistake twice, standing over her until she took the pills.

I hated having to watch her wilt under his insistence. It didn't matter that the sun had long since set and the magic bonds had weakened, I remained watching over her and waiting.

When it looked like there was no way out of her having to take the medication, I created a distraction, knocking one of the roof tiles free and sending it crashing to the ground below.

Clever girl used my little diversion to hide the medication and then pretended to take it.

Such a good girl.

I can't wait to tell her how perfect she was. How strong she was.

Jas reported back that she ate the soup, which pleased me greatly, but having to watch her almost take those vile concoctions again tonight broke my heart.

We're doing our utmost to help her. We're trying to encourage her to eat. To explore. To fight her bonds, the ones that keep her prisoner in her mind, while her body is trapped in her room or the solarium like a dying plant. It feels like everytime we take one step forward, it's followed by three steps back.

There has to be more that we can do.

Some way to stop the groundskeeper from giving her more medicine.

We just need a little more time.

Mal wanted to go flying tonight, he's restless and desperate for an outlet but I have no interest in stretching my wings. I think it's best for everyone if someone watches over her, and tonight, that someone will be me.

Nothing could drag me from her side.

I don't get impatient like Mal, and although Jas is the most softhearted and half in love already, there's no denying that I am the one responsible for keeping her safe.

She's mine to defend.

Mine to nurture.

We need to protect her…whatever the cost.