POV: Aria
I woke up with a blanket over me.
The library was dark. The book I'd been reading had slipped from my lap to the floor. My neck ached from sleeping in the chair.
But there was a blanket. Soft. Dark blue. Definitely not there when I fell asleep.
I didn't have to think long about who put it there. No one else had access to this wing after midnight. The staff went home. The guards stayed at their posts, but they didn't wander the halls tucking people in.
Dominic.
He'd been here while I was sleeping. He'd seen me curled up in the chair, book open, mouth probably hanging open like an i***t. And instead of waking me, instead of walking past, he'd found a blanket and covered me.
The realization sat warm and confusing in my chest all morning.
I didn't mention it at breakfast. Dom
