Chapter 9
Lena's POV
I woke before the sun. Not voluntarily-sleep abandoned me sometime around three in the morning and I spent the rest of the night on the window seat, watching the sky burn through all its hues as if it couldn’t get its own body where it wanted to go any faster. By the time a watery light bled into the garden, I’d stopped trying.
I washed, got dressed and came downstairs.
The casual dining room was deserted. I found the coffee pot, still warm on the counter-Mara’s work, no doubt-poured a cup and settled myself at the small table, cup held in both hands.
I had four minutes and thirty seconds before Damian appeared.
He paused for the briefest of moments at my presence, then came and went from the counter, pouring a cup of coffee, making my presence at his breakfast t
