Trevor's fingers brushed her hair back. Her mind kept dwelling on what Freye said.
"You're safe," Trevor muttered as he brushed her hair back. She felt the mate bond, the sacred pull. Maria wanted to believe him.
"Maybe Freye could be a prisoner who is lying to get released. I should ask him about her, should I?" she contemplated in her mind.
She drew back slightly to meet his eyes.
"Do you still feel afraid?" Trevor asked as he brushed his palm against her cheek.
She shook her head. "I feel safer with you."
She saw something like a smile appear on his face. A cock crowed in the distance. "Morning already," she whispered to herself.
She raised her head slightly to look at the window. The atmosphere was still dark. Her eyes fluttered, and sleep pulled at her. She wasn't even aware when she drifted into sleep in his arms.
When she woke up, the morning rays slipped into the room, illuminating it and casting a light shadow on the floor.
