Damien's POV.
My eyes roam her face, memorizing every curve and dip, every freckle or birthmark in its path. Then it moves to her slightly parted lips where shallow breaths are going in and out and the sheen of her two front is showing. Slowly, so as not to wake her up, my thumb ghosts over her lips before moving to her cheek and resting there. Her eyes are delicately shut, no movement behind her lids as she sleeps.
Persephone was already asleep when I got back. I was glad to see that she did not bother waiting up for me because I took way longer than I thought I would. I was also happy to see that she indeed kept herself busy while I was gone. The bucket and sponge in the sitting room explains that. With a slight chuckle and a shake of my head, I had put them aside in the kitchen and we
