Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, spilling golden rays across our tangled sheets. I blinked slowly, adjusting to the soft light of dawn, and turned my head.
Damien was still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His dark lashes lay heavy against his cheek, and his lips were parted slightly, the tiniest snore escaping now and then.
I smiled. It was a hectic day yesterday with all the activities. After I went inside to rest for the night I knew Damien stayed out for longer hours dealing with some of our guests. So I am not surprised to see him still asleep.
He looked peaceful. The kind of peace that only came after surviving chaos which we had, again and again. After last night’s celebration and all the guests, I was sure he needed every bit of rest he could get.
Plus he had to wake early to see off Denise and our Crewwood guests. I couldn’t do that but I had earlier seen Denise when she came to my room at night. She told me they will be leaving ear
