41. Graves
Knox's P.O.V The sun shone above us, caressing our skin with its gentle rays. Last night, Dalia had been so tired she had practically fallen asleep on me as we made our way to our suite. She didn't even manage to take a shower or perform her newly found night routine, she just collapsed into a deep slumber. I took her shoes off, another thing she didn't manage to do herself, and helped her into her pajamas before getting in bed myself, not as shattered as her, but exhausted non the less. As I draped the covers over my body, Dalia began to toss and turn, incoherent sounds leaving her lips. I decided to stay up a little longer, just to make sure she didn't have another one of the nightmares that left her shaking. For a couple more hours, she trashed in the sheets, small beads of sweat t
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