Stefan smirked and stood silent and unmoving beside the bed. He knew Amelia was dreaming, and he knew what she was dreaming of. She had been moaning his name, and the gods knew he had been trying not to touch her.
He'd been standing in that exact position for over ten hours, keeping an eye on the woman sprawled in the center of the mattress.
A part of him knew his vigilance was unnecessary. Not only was Van's estate isolated, but it possessed a security system that would shame Fort Knox. His prisoner couldn't so much as sneeze without him knowing.
Strangely, however, he found himself lingering.
It couldn't be because of the slender, nearly fragile female body curled on the gold comforter. Or the heart-shaped face that looked unbearably innocent as she slept. Or the ridiculously spiked
