Chapter Eight: The Next Morning

RIVER'S POV

I was in a soft warm bed when I woke up, the room was dark but I could see the sunlight peeking underneath the floor-length curtains, the fireplace was still going so that told me someone had been into stoke it a few times throughout the night. I felt better now. My whole body was sore as I attempted to get out of bed, when I stood I realized I was wearing a long black t-shirt instead of the nightgown, and knowing someone, very possibly Malachi had changed my clothes while I was unconscious I was still so relieved not being with Victor.

Malachi walked silently into the room rubbing his eyes and yawning, I think me sitting on the side of the bed caught him off guard because once he stopped rubbing his eyes and saw me he gave a slight jump. He wasn't wearing his shirt so I assumed the one I was wearing was his. He sat beside me and I could clearly see the dark circles and bloodshot eyes, it was then that I knew he was the one who kept the fire warm all night probably