TWENTY-FIVE
SLEEP WAS SUCH A FICKLE THING. Though her bones tingled and her mind spun, she wanted to sleep. But it wouldn’t come. Lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling, her Heart wouldn’t leave her head. Where was he? Close to being at her side? He better be close. She didn’t like it when they were apart. Without him, a piece of her was missing.
The hallway off Asclepius’s dining area led to the bedrooms and a bathroom. The Beast was so close. Right there. It didn’t make sense that Harry wanted them to sleep in the doctor’s house when they had their own base on wheels not so far away.
She’d tuned out external noises a while ago and instead focused on the rhythm of her own heart. The house was silent. It had been, probably for hours. The darkness, the thick, uncomfortable air, everyt
