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Because it proved she was alive.
Scratched and bruised—at least on the arms, which I could see outside of the blankets—but beautifully alive.
“I’ll return to check on you,” Melek whispered, his words seeming to be for Camillia as he bent to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams, little angel.”
He stood then, his majestic gaze meeting mine.
“Take care of her, please. And teach her how to control the dead. Knowing Ty, she’s going to need all the help she can get.” He disappeared with the words, leaving me alone with the beauty on the bed.
I just stood and watched her for a long moment, content to hear her breathe. My vampiric senses homed in on her pulse, the healthy rhythm music to my ears.
Camillia is alive.
She survived.
And she’s in my bed.
I should be throwing her back in her cell and erecting a thick, impenetrable wall between us. One that would protect my emotions and guard my soul.
But she’d already penetrated my spirit. Today had been proof of that. So I either embraced this and helped her. Or cut her off and suffered the consequences.
After the day I’d endured, I couldn’t stomach the notion of doing the latter.
Which left embracing this situation instead.
An irrational choice. Yet it felt like the right one.
So I changed into a pair of gray sweatpants.
And joined her in my bed.
She’d likely wake up confused. But I’d be there to explain this change when she did.
Then we’d discuss the next trial and go from there.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
CAMI
So soft,I marveled, sighing in contentment.
Mint and the undertones of pine infiltrated my nose, the mingling scents providing a layer of security that allowed all my aching muscles to relax into the cloud beneath me.
I stretched with a groan, my bones seeming to pop from whatever exercise I’d done yesterday. Clearly, I’d pushed myself too hard.
How far did I run yes…?My thought trailed off, causing my brow to furrow.Wait…
My eyes flew open as yesterday’s events slammed into my mind.
I sat up in an instant, then groaned again as my head spun from the action, and fell right back down.
Into a pillow.
There’s a pillow beneath me.
What…?
I’d fallen asleep on the book. The rug. The cell.
