His words did not shake me, for I knew in my heart that nothing would take Eloise and my unborn child away from me; I'd burn the realm if I had to.
"Drevon?"
I stiffened when I heard my name from her lips. My gaze locked with olive green ones. I was trapped in them, and whatever had weighed upon me was lifted.
"I'm sorry, my love. Did I wake you?" I said softly.
"I should be thankful you did..." Her eyelids got heavy.
I neared the bed, and Snow scooted over for me, settling on Eloise's lap.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me.
"Drevon..." she mumbled weakly, holding me close like she was afraid I'd disappear.
"I know, my love. I know you have much to say, but can't. Let me read your emotions instead, show me everything."
And she did. I found myself smiling, something I haven't done in the past weeks.
"Is that so?" I murmured. "You're angry with me, and you want to hit and scream at me. You can do all that soon."
