Trisha POV
I woke up to a beam of sunlight filtering through the curtains, warming my face. I yawned and stretched, feeling the sheets and comforter wrapped around me. As I fluttered my eyes, I saw Draven lying next to me, propped up on his elbow, watching me with a smile on his face. I blinked thinking that I was in a dream but then he spoke and I thought that an angel had fallen except that Draven wasn't an angel.
He was a vampire. My vampire.
"Good morning," he said, his voice soft and low.
I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Good Morning," I replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. I stared at him looking down at his stomach thinking that I would see any kind of discomfort but he looked fine which means that the healing did happen and Draven w
