Roman's POV
The entire night had passed in dreadful silence where I could only stare at the empty spot in my bed where she used to sleep. It's barely been a few days, and I was already used to having her in my bed, as it felt complete despite there always being distance between us. Just her presence—the mild scent of hers filling this room—was enough.
Whenever I closed my eyes, the scene from the stable haunted me—her utterly broken.
I couldn't help but still feel heavy in my chest and the corners of my eyes moist as tears threatened to come out. Not being able to take it, I sat in bed while resting against the headboard, picked up Vixen to hold her against my chest, and caressed her soft fur. She carried her scent, and it made me feel at ease. Maybe this was the way I could sleep.
She should be fine with Kael, I told myself, trying to find some comfort in the thought.
