Damien's POV
The couch wasn't the worst place I'd ever slept, but it sure as hell wasn't the best. Maybe it was Adelaide sneaking in to "surprise" me that made it bearable. A bit of distraction always helped me sleep like the dead.
I stretched, my muscles stiff but my mind surprisingly clear. Tossing the blanket aside, I wandered into the kitchen in search of a blood bag, only to stop dead in my tracks.
Remi was sitting on the counter, a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. Her legs swung slightly as she read, her face illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the window.
"You're up early," I said, smirking as I leaned against the doorframe. "Or were you just being extra quiet? Because I didn't hear a thing."
She smiled, tucking a strand of hair
