The room was quiet, except for the small crackling sound from the fire that was almost out. Sofia was fast asleep. Her breathing was slow and deep as her body tried to heal from the fever, the tiredness, and everything that had happened that night.
Damien sat up slowly. The cold air touched his bare skin. He looked at Sofia lying beside him. She looked calm and relaxed, as if his bed was the safest place in the world for her. A small smile was still on her face, the kind of smile from a dream she thought was real. Soon—maybe in less than an hour—that smile would be gone. She would remember everything.
Releasing a deep sigh, he moved quietly. He picked up her torn maid uniform from the floor and hid it deep inside his closet. Then he wrapped Sofia in a thick, soft fur blanket from the end of his bed.
