Blaise
Blaise studied Celia's sleeping face as he sat on the bed next to her. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows made the red strands in her hair seem to glow through the brown. He brushed a few strands from her face and she began to stir. He helped her sit up as soon as her eyes blinked open. Celia started to help and he tightened his grip, trying to slow her down.
"Easy." He scolded gently. Submission wasn't something that came natural to her. Thoughts crossed his mind about her time with Madik. It must have been difficult for her to be obedient to him. She must have fought herself a lot. No wonder she didn't know how to deal with any semblance of normal. He must have sighed louder than he thought because Celia looked down shamefully at his disapproval.
A gentle tap came at
