The rain hadn't stopped. It tapped gently on the windows like a lullaby that never ended.
Chloe blinked awake, still wrapped in her robe, the soft cotton sticking slightly to her skin from where her damp hair had soaked into the fabric during the night. The room was dim, lit only by the grey morning light that crept through half-closed curtains.
Her eyes drifted to the nightstand. Her phone lay there, the memory of Sienna's message creeping in.
It was just a line but it was just enough to pull her out of whatever fragile place Damien had coaxed her into.
Chloe exhaled, pushing the thought away like she had all night.
Not now. Not yet.
Because Damien was still there.
Slouched in the armchair by the fireplace, his long frame folded into something almost boyish in sleep.
