The Codex chamber felt colder than it had before.
Not physically, but structurally.
Galathea Brooks was being carried in by Cael Alexander after her knees gave down at the chamber.
She buried her head in his neck.
"Silly Kitten, why didn't you want to go to the penthouse? You can rest better there." Cael's voice reverberating so close to her ears grounded her.
"Because we have to be here." A weak arm pointed toward the table.
The Codex was already open.
"Well, shut me up." Cael murmured as he laid Galathea on the black leather couch a few steps away deom the long table.
"Was it left like this?" Cael asked.
"No." she said, trying to prop her head up.
Cael took a throw pillow from the corner of the couch and laid Galathea's head on it.
"Stay here," he said tucking the hair that fell on her face back behind her ears. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
The pages shifted.
"I'll go get that." he whispered.
"Here," he held up the book in front of her.
