Naomi POV
I nuzzle my face deeper into the pillows as I feel someone softly shaking my body, probably to wake me up.
The hand is gentle. Warm. Familiar.
Was it Kaelen?
Hadn't he had enough?
Does he plan to kill me now and then marry someone new?
The claws of sleep are too strong and too tempting for me to escape from. I have had a very terrible time, I need to sleep.
I turn to the outer side, ignoring the hand.
"Naomi." His voice is soft. "Wake up."
"No."
"You have been sleeping for twelve hours."
"Good."
"Mary is worried."
"Mary can join me."
He chuckles. A rare sound. "Come on. Breakfast is ready."
I open one eye. Kaelen sits on the edge of the bed. His gray eyes are tired but warm. His arm is in a sling – the old wound, not a new one.
The gunshot from last night... was t
