The dim light of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting a soft silver glow across the room.
Evelina stirred, her body heavy with exhaustion but strangely satisfied.
As her senses returned, she became very aware of her surroundings—the rumpled sheets beneath her, the warmth of Damian's body beside her, and the quiet hum of the evening outside.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting darkness, and she blinked, trying to process the time.
Had they slept through the afternoon?
Judging by the coolness of the room and the faint noises of the night guards outside, she guessed it was now well into the evening.
Next to her, Damian groaned softly, his muscles shifting under the sheet as he woke. His silver eyes opened, meeting hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
"You're awake," Damian finally said. His gaze lingered on her, as if he were searching for something.
