NOVARIA’S POV
The rain never stopped that night.
Even while asleep, I could still hear the steady tapping of raindrops against the large bedroom windows. The sound blended softly with the occasional rumble of thunder outside, wrapping the mansion in an eerie kind of silence.
I didn’t dream. I was far too exhausted for that.
Despite doing almost nothing all day, my mind had been overwhelmed from everything that happened earlier–the basement, Sylvester’s warning, his confession about the Mafia.
And maybe because of all that… I found myself clinging to him more than usual in my sleep.
His arms remained wrapped tightly around me beneath the blankets, warm and protective.
At some point during the early hours of the morning, exhaustion completely swallowed me whole.
Until.
CRACK!
A dea
