NOVARIA’S POV
Sylvester shifted slightly beside me, carefully adjusting the blanket over my body as though he was afraid I would get cold.
“Good morning,” he said softly, his deep sleepy voice filling the room. “Did you sleep well?”
I rubbed my eyes tiredly before sitting up slowly on the bed.
“Yeah,” I murmured quietly.
Sylvester frowned slightly.
It was obvious he still believed the man who barged into the room earlier had ruined my sleep.
“It’s still early,” he said. “You can go back to sleep if you want,"
For a second, the offer sounded incredibly tempting. The bed was warm. His room smelled comforting. And somehow, sleeping beside Sylvester had been the most peaceful sleep I’d had in years.
But then reality kicked in. I couldn’t exactly spend the whole morning sleeping in a m
