Chapter 25
Tia
All Tierney wanted to do was sleep. It was late, and the day wore on her, the images flashing through her mind like a never-ending reminder of the horror she’d seen.
By the time she’d managed to get Gulliver back to her rooms, it was too dark to see much. Someone had lit candles in her sitting room—probably Ariella, the angel—so the moment she stepped inside, the room came to life in the flickering flame.
Now, the candles were down to the nubs, and soon they’d peter out entirely. But she couldn’t bring herself to extinguish them.
Gulliver lay sprawled across her bed diagonally, snoring heavily in his drink-induced sleep. Which left her to curl up on the narrow settee, her head resting against the wooden arm.
Head aching, she closed her eyes and rubbed her finger along
