I reached out, running my index finger over the bridge of his nose. He leaned into the touch, letting out a soft, huffed breath that warmed my skin.
"I slept beautifully," I mused, rolling onto my back to stare at the carved wooden ceiling. "And I had no dreams, so it was fine."
The memory of the dream from the night before was still there, but the raw, suffocating rage had faded, replaced by a cold, calculating clarity. I certainly wanted to watch the world bend instead of burn.
The sound of soft, hesitant knocking at the heavy oak door broke the silence.
"Lady Lyssa?" a maid's voice called out, trembling slightly. "The Prince and the Lords are awaiting you in the Drawing Room. The Marquis has also requested your presence… to discuss the custody of the beast."
