CIAN
I lay there staring at the ceiling. Sleep should have come easy. I was tired enough. But my mind would not shut up.
The room was dark now except for the thin line of moonlight that crept through the curtain. I could hear Fia breathing beside me. Soft. Even. She had fallen asleep quickly once the tension finally drained out of her.
I turned my head slightly and looked at her outline in the darkness. She was curled on her side, facing away from me. The blanket had slipped down her shoulder. I reached over and pulled it back up without thinking.
My hand hovered there for a second longer than it should have. Then I pulled it back and let it fall against the mattress.
I closed my eyes and tried to find sleep again. It did not work.
My thoughts circled back to the same thing. The marriage. The arrangement. The fact that I had bound her to me without giving her a real choice despite the growing chance that perhaps she wasn't the villain in this story.
