Oliver Burton

This woman must have been bipolar with how quickly she changed her tune. He couldn't decide which one was the true Miya, or perhaps she was only content when she got her own way. She wouldn't last a second in his line of work, she wouldn't last a second against him. And for that, he needed to resign before it began, and he stuffed down his pride for no one. The one thing that wore away at him was the fact that she was just mauled because of him and relied on him to stand. Even with his control wavering, he is ever the picture of a boulder. He needed to ensure her safety, he wanted that safety to be monitored by a doctor in a hospital that could help her better than he ever could. Even he had his limitations. He knew he would not have gone to a hospital with injuries like hers, but he was superhuman and she was not.

Every piece of him wanted to force her to go, to show her a glimpse of the man he could become to frighten her into making the right choice. To make sure she wasn't going to die, the smell of blood still lingered within his sensitive nose, constantly toying with the beast within him. So, he listens, hardly straining, with that super hearing his species were afforded with, to listen to that heartbeat. She was stressed, but that heart still beats strongly, perhaps just as stubborn as her! However, the poor girl could hardly stand and that worried him. She is practically propped up against him as though he were the only thing keeping her upright. He wanted nothing more than for her to relinquish control and let him handle the entire situation. His need to control driving him mad. He worked so much better when he was in control.

The petite woman seemed to strive between a balance of snapping at him and perhaps trying to be somewhat cordial. He couldn't remember ever meeting someone that treated him this way. They would not dare to, whether out of fear or respect he was not sure. But it hardly mattered. So, of all things, the woman introduces herself. Miya, it was a pretty name, one that hardly fitted the defiant woman before him. Her name seemed to linger within the confines of his mind, how that name would be one he would not soon forget. Miya, the foolish, stubborn human, he grumbled to himself. He introduced himself, she did at least deserve his name after all.

The flash of headlights ensnared his gaze, it was not long before the familiar face of his driver appeared. He had never seemed so relieved to see him. The faster he could get this woman home, the better it was for both of them.

Oliver spoke to her in such a softness that it surprised even him. He explained how he was going to get her home and cleaned up. At least she won't be lingering on these cruel streets at night, covered in blood and hardly able to walk. She would not make it home, he knew it. How light she felt in his strong arms, his hands, she felt so cool to the touch, but perhaps she could soak in that hot were blood that made him to the equivalent of a furnace. She felt so entirely tense at first as though she dared to fight him on even this too. But that's when she fully relaxes, as though she was going to fall asleep in his arms. "I need you to stay awake, Miya." He uttered softly, watching as Edgar exited the car.

The two men exchanged glances, they both knew that she needed far more than just a bath alone. He sighed, exasperated by the woman he had just met. But he wasn't going to let her fend for herself, after all, he had protected her like one of his own. He meddled, and now his brain struggled with her own free will. He merely took control. He was a domineering man on the best of days, but when he claimed someone, he was an utter nightmare.

Edgar hardly expected what he saw, surprise fixed upon his wrinkled face. Miya told the man where she lived. Edgar admitted he knew the place but didn't say another word. Oliver hardly thought anything of it, the name sounding vaguely familiar to the Englishman, but he was quite sure where. Of course, Oliver could hardly keep his mouth shut for long. He had to add his own two scents which caused the woman in his arm to snap her head and glower at him. It was better seeing her this feisty than it was having her passing out in his arms. She may be able to fool herself that she just needed a bath, but she didn't fool him. "Keep deluding yourself." A slight growl escaped him, he regrets the words as his own anger got the best of him. He was certainly not used to giving in, the controlling man with that polar bear soul did whatever it took to get exactly what he wanted. But this was so painfully different and she was uncontrollable.

Edgar asked a question and Oliver urges her to answer it for herself. With a sigh, she spoke. It was better to keep her talking or angry so that she didn't fall asleep. He hardly expected the words that she responded with. Even Edgar seemed almost uncomfortable as if he wasn't entirely sure how the businessman would act. He knew of his fierce bear-like temper. A frown etched on his face before he sighed. "This buffoon, saved your life." He uttered in those accented words, trying to keep himself from growling at her again, meeting her gaze that lacked that utter defiance. What entirely caught him off guard was how she began to giggle, the barest of sound, but she could not seem to hold them back. The woman was going mad now.. He was sure of it! She was by far the strangest woman he had ever met. She claimed it was the story of her life. His curiosity could not be helped as he asked his following question. "Do you always seem to find yourself in near-death encounters, Miss Miya?" The rich baritones of his voice reaching out to her.

She asked if she could go home and he immediately nodded, Edgar already opening the door so he could very carefully slide her in. He locked in her own seatbelt and walked around the vehicle to slide into the seat next to her. Edgar lowered the window in the still running vehicle.

"We can take her to the misses. She was a nurse a long time ago, but she still has a lot of her supplies.." Edgar offered. That immediately sounded like a good idea to the businessman, but he glimpsed toward the broken Miya and he already knew her answer. That defiant creature would hardly accept this logic. "I doubt she could be swayed though." Was all he said, his shoulders pulling into a shrug but looking for an answer all the same.