Diane's POV
I didn't realize when I slept off again, but slowly I woke up, feeling something cool and damp on my forehead, pulling me out of sleep. A familiar scent surrounded me—one I recognized immediately.
George.
I didn’t need to open my eyes to know he was there. I always knew.
“You’re awake,” his voice murmured, filled with relief.
I could feel the soft glow of candlelight through my closed eyelids. I forced them open, squinting against the light, and saw him leaning over me. His face was half in shadow, but I could still make out the worry on his features, the way his brow furrowed and his lips were pressed tightly together. His dark hair was tousled as if he had been running his fingers through it for a while.
“You’ve been here all along?” My voice came out hoarse, the dryne
