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(Arian Wulf)

"Come with me now, kit," he says with steel in his voice, extending his hand towards her. He towers over the rest of the humans.



Bradley looks like he means to say something. Apologize and claim it's not his fault, probably, but he does the right thing by saying nothing at all.



She pouts and slides her fingers into his hand, bending her head low and mewling a soft, "I'm sorry."



She doesn't really know who he is and probably shouldn't be following him as he guides her out of the room, but there's just something about him that reminds her so much of Mr. Wolf that she can't imagine she's doing something wrong by taking his hand.



He has very warm hands and strong fingers that wrap around her much smaller fingers tightly.



"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," he says, tugging her out of the room. "You've done a very irresponsible thing, kit," he says.



"My name isn't kit. It's Ginger," she says and then immediately regrets saying anything at all when he stops walking and turns to her with his full and undivided attention. She is only able to meet his gaze for several seconds, losing herself in the dark of his pupils before turning her gaze to the ground once more. He is wearing sports shoes, though it's black to hide the fact that they aren't loafers.



She whimpers when he pinches her chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing her face up so she has no choice but to look him in the face as he chastises her. "Until you learn some manners, I will call you what you are, kitten," he says and sighs when he catches tears forming in her eyes. He looks skywards and mutters something in a foreign language. "Look at you. You're a mess," he says, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a napkin that he uses to wipe her cheek and lips. The napkin smells like the perfume he's wearing, a faint slightly caramel scent. "You shouldn't let strangers take you wherever they want. Didn't Theodore tell you about this?" he says.



"Strangers like you?" she whispers because she had followed him out here without knowing his name. She still doesn't know his name, but it feels a bit too late to ask now.



He huffs, the corner of his lips lifting in amusement. "I suppose I am that, aren't I?"