Lena's POV
He slept for four hours.
I stayed.
Not because I'd decided to — or not consciously. I'd told myself I'd stay until he was settled and then go back to the estate and sleep in my own bed and deal with everything that needed dealing with in the morning.
But he fell asleep with his hand near mine on the bed and the monitor beeped its steady rhythm and the evening went through its gradual darkening outside the window and I stayed.
Reeves checked in at eight. Looked at the room, at Damian asleep, at me in the chair. Said nothing. Went away.
Mara sent a message at nine.
The house is being managed. Don't rush back.
I put the phone down and looked at Damian.
At his face in the low light — the unguarded version of it, the one that only arrived in sleep and occasionally in the lib
