*Kyros' POV*

Scooping Eris up gently, I carried her to my bedroom as the others followed behind me. We'd all agreed that there would be no more physical activity for her until she was fully healed. Deimos had insisted on it.

I laid her down in the middle of the bed and began to unclasp the rest of her dress. Her dainty hand wrapped around my wrist and she looked up at me. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"You can't sleep in this dress, Eris." She held my ...