Chapter 20

“Grandmamma, let’s see if Tristan is awake.”

Vivian smiled down at her granddaughter and squeezed her hand gently.

“Sophia, Tristan is your father. You should call him papa.”

Sophia shrugged, popping the last bit of bread into her mouth before scurrying ahead of her grandmother.

“His room is down here.”

Vivian sighed and followed Sophia down the hall.

Avery sat up in the bed. Bright sunlight flooded through the window and she looked beside her. She was alone in the bed and she sighed with relief. She didn’t know what she would say to Tristan, and she was grateful that he had already risen and left. She stretched cautiously. There was no pain in her back, and she felt well-rested and better than she had in days. Sex with Tristan had sped up her healing as she had known it would.

She was just about to throw the covers back when the door to Tristan’s bedroom popped open and Sophia came bounding in.

“Tristan—are you awake? Grandmamma and I