DAMIEN'S POV
The estate was quiet when he got back.
Just past 2am. The security team did their silent nod as he came through.
He went upstairs.
He didn't turn the bedroom light on. Didn't need to. The room had enough light coming through the curtains from the grounds outside and he could see her already....curled on her side, her hair loose across the pillow, one hand open beside her face the way she slept when she was properly under and not just drifting.
He stood there for a second.
Then he took his jacket off and draped it over the chair and sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced his shoes and set them down quietly. He lay down beside her and gathered her into his arms carefully,because he didn't want to wake her. She had been having trouble sleeping lately.
She stirred anyway.
"Damien." Her voice was thick with sleep.
"Yes baby," he said quietly. "Go back to sleep."
She was quiet for a second.
"How is he."
