Persephone's POV
That queasy feeling is back again.
I have tossed and turned in my sleep in search of comfort, all to no avail and now, I am sitting up in the bed, trying to control my breathing as a thin layer of sweat coats my skin. When I woke up, Damien was nowhere to be found. As I was about to cuss him out for that, I remembered that he said he had somethings to do in his study, so he is probably there.
The sun isn't out yet, the only source of light in the room being the dull reflection of the moonlight from the blinds. I pull the covers from over my legs and climb out of the bed, strolling lazily into the bathroom. I stand in front of the sink, seeing nothing but the silhouette of my reflection in the mirror due to the lack of light. Leaning down, I turn the faucet on, placing
