Alistane's POV
She'd fallen asleep on the couch.
I stood in the doorway for longer than I should have. I'd come back to drop off the security codes—a two-minute task. In and out.
But she looked so damn small on that oversized couch.
Her shoes were still on. It's likely that she fell asleep suddenly due to exhaustion. I have to take her to her room; otherwise, she'll catch a cold tonight.
I carried her up the stairs. Second floor. End of the hall. The bedroom she'd chosen earlier—I could tell by the suitcase still sitting unopened by the door.
I laid her down on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. Her hair fanned across the pillow, dark against the pale blue sheets.
I turned to leave.
"No—"
Her voice cracked through the silence like a gunshot. I froze.
"Don't take her—pleas
