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~Lisa's POV
I sat by Damon's side, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. The herbs the doctor gave him seemed to work fast, pulling him into a deep sleep. His skin glistened with sweat, and I gently wiped his forehead with a soft cloth, careful not to wake him. Every time I pressed the cloth to his skin, I whispered, as if my words might reach him in his dreams.
I didn't know when my own eyes grew heavy. My hand was still on his arm when sleep claimed me, too.
I woke suddenly, my heart racing. The room was quiet except for Damon's breathing. I blinked and then froze. One of my maids was standing at the small table where the herbs were kept. She was lifting the container carefully, as if trying not to make a sound.
"What are you doing there?" I asked sharply, my voice breaking the silence.
