Amelia's POV
I really am not in the mood to sleep, but I can't afford to not listen to the doctor. For all I know, Raziel could be out there eagerly looking for a reason to finish what he started. I sink into the bed letting the warmth wash over me. I run my hands across the silky smooth material, I sniff the sheets, they seem to be made up of milk. The silk lets me in, swallowing me, and helping me drift off until I finally fall asleep. The drug seems to be taking effect. My eyes start feeling heavy but I know I really will not enjoy this siesta. I don't want to skip out on any crucial information, though my maid has assured me that she got me covered, I can't help but be bothered.
I mean what if her attention is needed, how then will she pass on the information to me?
The door clicks
