Elizabeth POV
I woke up feeling… lighter.
Not happy, not really. But not crushed either. Just strangely calm, like my body had finally exhaled after holding its breath all night.
Maybe it was because Christian was in my room when I got back. I’d passed out on his leg like some emotionally unstable cat, heels still on, dress digging into my ribs. And yet, when I woke up, both were gone.
Wait—
Who the hell took off my clothes?
I looked down at myself in nothing but my underwear, I blinked and rolled my eyes.
“Figures,” I muttered. “He didn’t care enough to wake me. Just stripped me and vanished like Batman.”
I kicked the covers off, the air sharp against my legs as I got up and swept my hair into a loose, messy bun. I walked over to the window, and flung the curtains open.
And nea
