A muted knock roused Neveah from a fitful sleep. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she squinted, grunting lowly.
The rays of sunlight seeped in through the partly opened blinds. She had been so distracted the night before, she hadn't remembered to shut them herself.
And while the domestic activity was usually handled by others, sometimes Alessio, she had made it clear she didn't want him or anyone else near her quarters while she was in it.
Considering there already was an unwanted visitor at the door, it seemed she had not made herself clear enough.
The knock came again, gentle yet insistent, and a muted grumble sounded on the other end of the door.
Neveah's brows furrowed slightly. She swung her legs off the bed, wincing as her bare feet came in contact with something wet and sticky.
She glanced down, not surprised to see a pool of dried blood.
