*
That night, none of the inhabitants of the cottage were able to sleep. They each had their reasons, and yet none of them knew the other was awake.
For Leonard, he had crept into his room under cover of darkness, and he lay on the floor of his bedroom, staring at the ceiling. His nose had mended already, and if it weren’t for the bloodstains on the front of his shirt, it would have been impossible to know anything had happened to him at all.
His hand unconsciously went to the dagger hidden in his belt, the coldness of the blade causing him to shiver slightly. Its weight was a constant reminder of his encounter with Oberon, which he couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he tried to.
Here was a way out after all; a solution to his problems. He could sneak into her room, and he would
