(Nova POV)
I fell asleep in Damien's bed.
Not on purpose.
I had just finish arranging the place, since I was still his assistant for two more days, the place looked rather tidy and kept when I came so there was not much for me to do.
I was just tired from all the training lately.
I haven't seen Damien through out the day even when I arrived at the blackwood mansion.
I'd only meant to rest my eyes for a few minutes—curl up on top of the covers, still wearing his jacket, breathing in the faint cedar-and-smoke scent that clung to it. The room was dark, the only light a thin silver line from the moon slipping between the curtains. The bond hummed low and steady in my chest, like a lullaby I didn't ask for but couldn't turn off.
I was so tired.
The council's questions still echoed behind my eyes.
The way they'd asked about intimacy like it was evidence.
The way Damien had stepped in—voice low, lethal, protective.
