VINCENT
I couldn’t sleep. Again.
Hearing her nightmares wasn’t helping it. This time it took exactly thirty minutes before her sobs stopped.
I stood from my bed, my movements silent as I paused outside Angel’s door.
I did this every night, checking on her after she cried herself to sleep. I needed to reassure myself that she was still breathing, still there, still safe.
I pushed the door open silently. The hinges were well-oiled—I’d made sure of that so I could check on her without waking her. I stood at the door.
She was asleep. It seemed she’d exhausted herself into unconsciousness as she always did.
My gaze lingered on her sleeping face and something that closely felt like warmth settled in my frosty heart.
Her hair was sprawled across the pillow in golden waves that caught th
