Ameelah faced Darmiel with a worried expression.
She remembered about their son. The sudden thought of their son sleeping alone in the other room acted like a bucket of cold water, snapping her out of her peaceful afterglow.
“Darmiel, let us go back to the other room. Amiel might notice that we are not beside him again,” she said giving him a quick tight hug, and then she moved down from the bed. She hurriedly retrieved her discarded nightgown from the floor, pulling it over her head with frantic movements.
Darmiel followed and they quickly walked to the biggest guest room of the Hilbates family. They moved like shadows through the dim, silent corridors of the massive estate, careful not to make a single sound that might alert the household staff or her parents.
As they entered the ro
