Roman's POV
The pets had all settled into their places for the night. Vixen curled up in her newly gifted bed, Fluffy nestled faithfully beside her, and the little hamster, round with overeating, lay sprawled in the small basket I had brought him in, sleeping as though he were dead to the world.
We headed to my room. Though we had the guest room ready—the one she stayed in when we first brought her here—the fear of leaving her alone and her ending up doing something to herself didn't allow us to keep her there. We settled that she was going to stay in my room, as she was more comfortable with me, and I had marked her as well.
Once inside the room, I didn't really know how to go about it. But I decided it was time to take a step ahead, at least one step at a time.
She sat at the edge of the bed, her attention fixed on the photograph Lucian had gifted her. The frame rested lightly in her hands, her gaze distant yet intent.
