Chapter 25: The FaeIt was well before dawn when I woke the following morning, rolling over and pulling the quilt over my shoulders. Stretching languidly, I opened my eyes to discover Conal sitting by the window, his back against the wall.
“This is becoming a habit.” For the third night in a row, Conal had stayed in my bedroom, watching over me as I slept. The effect it was having was noticeable, his eyes were ringed with bruise-like shadows, visible in the muted lamplight.
Conal twisted onto his knees and crawled across to the bed. “I need to know you're safe,” he said huskily, brushing my hair from my face. “I love being with you.”
“You need to sleep,” I pointed out.
“I do sleep. I catch an hour here and there.” He stroked my cheek, tracing his fingers across my throat.
“You can't be
