♥/♦ Chapter 11: By Morning Light

                                    

                                          
The next night Una sat quietly as the men filed out. Hendrick kissed her cheek softly making her feel gross. She glanced back at Leo who was sitting with his eyes closed in irritation. As soon at the last man was out Connor took his sister's hand and lead her into the back. When she returned after what seemed to be a while they had a key and Connor let them out. 
                          
Once they were out Leo and Una came face to face. Leo touched her cheek softly as she leaned into his hand. He kissed her softly earning a blush from Una and sounds of awe from his siblings. He noticed she was crying and wiped away the tears.
                          
"I was so afraid I would never get to feel your soft touch again." She said softly.
" We don't have time for this right now, Una, but I want you to know that I never stopped loving you from the moment we met. "
She smiled and he noticed a bruise on her neck. He touched it and she suddenly got tense.
"Una, who did this?" He asked, his voice changing tones.
Xander went over to them, "Una, is that a hickey?"
Connor suddenly perked up, "Una..." His voice sounded a warning.
She stepped away from them and covered it, "Stop it, I don't want to talk about it."
                          
Leo grabbed her and she seemed to get scared and struggled against him. He pulled down the collar of her shirt revealing more of them as well as a couple of bruises on her chest. He took her hands and notices more bruises on her arms and hands like she'd been held down. She had begun crying now but had given up fighting him.
                          
"Who did this to you?" He said softly, his eyes were wide and his voice angry.
                          
She just sobbed in response as he looked at her.
                          
"Who did this?!" He yelled making her cry more.
                          
Xander separated them, "Leo, calm down."
                          
Leo looked at him, he seemed to be glowing with powerful anger. "Someone hurt my wife, I want to know who so I can kill them."
                          
Connor went to his sister's side. She was sitting on the floor and moved away from him.
                          
"Una..." He said softly as she continued to cry and fight him.
                          
Camilla pushed him away from her and went to Una's side. Leo went to her side as well and Xander just looked at Connor.
                          
"What did you do?" He asked softly.
Connor sat there, "I-I just love her. She came to lay with me last night to get away from Hendrick and me..." He began to sound sinister, " I meant to break her, things just didn't go as planned. She was just so too perfect, I had to do some damage. "
Xander grabbed his throat, "Do not blame this on her."
Leo held Una close to him as she held onto him, "I will never let you get hurt again."
Xander released Connor, "You're disgusting."
Elise went silent as Una stood, "We should get going before they return."
The others nodded and she began to lead the way, Connor stayed on the floor and didn't come with them. She noticed right away.
                          
"Connor," She called to him. "Aren't you coming?"
"No." He said.
                          
Leo saw her face as she heard him. She seemed like she wanted him to come with her but at the same time wanted to see him suffer. She took off her belt and went over to him. She began to put it around his wrists.
                          
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Taking you as a prisoner. You deserve worse than what you'll get." She said softly.
                          
He stared at her but said nothing. She lead him over and Xander stood behind him making sure he wouldn't escape as they travel through the tunnel to the outside world. 
                          
At the exit of the tunnel, the bright light of the dawn's sun shone on them. Leo looked at Una and saw the relief on her face, he checked his pocket and felt a small box. The one he'd put in his pocket before the ball, the one he'd wanted to give her at the end of it.