SIMONE'S POV
I woke to the sound of rain drumming against the windows, a steady rhythm that matched the nervous beating of my heart.
My first thought was of Nicholas....was he still alive? Had he made it through the night?
The guest room felt suffocating in the gray morning light, its elegant furnishings doing nothing to ease the knot of worry in my chest.
I had barely slept, startling awake at every sound, clutching the gun Nicholas had given me like a lifeline.
A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts.
"Come in," I called, expecting the cold-eyed staff member from the night before.
Instead, Henry stepped through the door, carrying a silver tray loaded with what looked like enough food for three people.
His hazel eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, b
