Draco.
Three long days had passed, yet Draco refused to move an inch away from Isolde. He wanted to be there when she awoke.
Lord Draco rested on the stuffed sofa in Isolde’s chamber, sleeping. His head reclined over the headrest, lips dropped open as he dozed. The sky was already bright, chasing the darkness with the peeking morning sun.
Draco didn’t budge even as he felt the sun prickling his skin; however, the moment he heard the gasp that came from Isolde, he jerked awake.
Completely covered, he hastened to her side, “Isolde,” he called, helping her into a seated position.
Isolde moaned at the movement, accepting his help.
“How do you feel?” He quizzed, brows furrowed as he ran his gaze down her body.
“Draco,” Her voice cracked. She blinked the room into focus and took a sigh
