LILIANA
Something in my hold jerks sharply, tugging me out of sleep but my eyes are too heavy to keep them awake so I fall back to sleep. It happens again, stronger this time.
“Stop.” I moan, turning away from the disturbance.
Stellëza.
My ears pick that up. With a grogginess that keeps my body still half paralyzed, I turn my head to the sound. Moonlight spills through the open balcony windows and stretches its milky streak across Damian's tortured features.
His lips tug downwards but it's not in a frown. The tear line disappearing into his hair at the crown suggests something else. I shoot up and go into a kneeling position, hovering above him.
“Damian…” my voice is a little above a whisper.
No response. Just more stifled moans and his jaw flexing continuously. When I touch hi
