After we finished eating, a heavy silence settled between us. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just quiet, as if we were both lost in our own thoughts. I could feel my body starting to relax, the warmth from the food and fire seeping into my bones. I could tell Dominic was still tired, and I was too, but there was a strange peace in the moment. I stood up and began to fuss with the bedding, doing my best to arrange it in a way that would keep him comfortable and help avoid reopening his wounds. The last thing I wanted was for him to suffer more than he already had.
Once I was finished, I sat back down on the cold stone floor beside the bed, my gaze flickering over to Dominic. He was laying there, eyes closed, but I could tell he was still awake, lost in his own thoughts. I didn’t know what was wo
