Chapter 26. Unspoken Tensions

Dominic’s POV

The first light of dawn spilled into the side of the room through the curtain cracks. I opened my eyes a couple of times, trying to shake off the remains of sleep. All the memories from the evening before flashed back: how I carried Leila into her bed and sat beside her, watching her sleep.

My eyes turned to her bed naturally. She was lying there so still, peaceful in her sleep—a huge contrast to all the turmoil it must have gone through last night to bring her to a collapse like that; it wrenched at my bottom line to see her lying at the foot of the staircase, unconscious and vulnerable. It was like an instinct, and I just took her in my arms and brought her here, to my room, just as I was taking her in my arms.

She stirred a little, and I saw her frown, so the discomfort was finding its way into action, likely. Setting up on my feet, I decided that she really couldn’t sit around waiting. Going over so as not to make a noise on the noisy floor