56 Sitting on the floor in front of Gretta, Addison closed her eyes and gave out a long content sigh. Marguerite had been pulling her fingers through her long hair for the last 15 minutes and just that act of physical touch was a comfort. Addison's strength was starting to dwindle; the power she had inherited from Lucian was slowly being sapped from her by David and she was becoming frail. Gretta knew this, but had no power to stop it, only to give the woman she called friend a little comfort in life before it all ended. Feeling Addy's shoulders slump a little as she leaned her full weight against the edge of the couch, Gretta stopped and leaned over to see that Addison had fallen asleep. It was only 8 am, she had not been awake for very long. She moved her from the floor and laid h

