Looking at Evelyn's pale face and weak posture, I couldn't refuse her request. She had been through enough tonight, and if she needed help getting to her room, I would provide it.
"Of course," I said, getting out of the car and walking around to her side.
I opened her door and carefully lifted her into my arms. She was lighter than I expected, and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her face against my shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered softly. "I really don't feel well."
I carried her up the front steps and into the villa. The house was quiet, with only the soft lighting from the hallway illuminating our path. She felt warm in my arms, and I could smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of her shampoo.
"Which way to your room?" I asked.
"Upstairs," she said, her voice muffled against my shoulder. "Second door on the right."
