DAXTON
She was singing. Clever girl. She must've figured out that her singing could help tame my beast. Slowly, my claws retracted, and I leaned over, burying my face against the crook of her neck as my consciousness returned to me. My legs were weak now. They were barely holding me up, and I had to lean against her, my eyes slipping closed. She brought a trembling hand to my back.
Why was she in my study?
Had she come to steal the book I'd left here? I wasn't strong enough to pull away from her and confirm this. It didn't help that her singing voice was tender and soft, it was serenading me in an enchanting kind of peace.
All of a sudden, she stopped, her hand patting my back gently. "Master?" She called out softly, and I heaved a sigh. When she attempted to pull away from me, I place
