Auren POV
I’d been watching her sleep far longer than I should have. But then, the last twenty-four hours had been a series of things that should never have happened in the first place.
When I woke, I couldn’t bring myself to walk out that door. Lorien lay curled beneath the duvet, a small ball of warmth tucked into the bed that should have belonged to someone else. Her mass of red curls fanned out over the pillow like wildfire, and every so often, she made the softest, most content sound as if the world outside this room didn’t exist.
I sat with my back against the wall, knees drawn up, just staring. Turning over every thought, every reaction, every line I’d crossed since the moment she arrived. The second she’d brought up my father indirectly, but enough it had scraped against somethi
