Tilly Ann POV
That night, I actually slept.
Like a new born baby, actually. It was the first time since this ordeal started that I slept through the night.
I could say it was because I had no fight left in me or maybe because finding out the man I love was a big fat liar or the fact the ground literally can't get any lower than this.
Whatever it was, it sent me right to sleep.
My dream was quiet and peaceful.
It was those weird dreams where everything is sunshine and rainbows and I am six years old and decapitated dolls and rascal brothers are my biggest problem.
I felt someone's touch on my forearm.
It was gentle and soft like it was caressing me more than it was shaking me.
I recognized the touch.
Of course, I did. I can tell the feel of his hand with my eyes closed.
"Greyson" I murmured and opened my eyes.
"I am sorry, Princess but your mother insisted on your presence at the breakfast table this morning"
I jumped. Sat up almost immediately.
