The next day, I was a wreck. Dragus never came to bed the night before and I had fallen asleep crying against Darian. He held me the whole time, whispering that it would be okay. Breakfast was quiet. I was sitting at one end of the large dining table with Darian, Demi, and Theo when Dragus walked in and sat down at the other end of the table. I resisted the urge to start crying again. It was helped by Darian’s hand under the table, resting gently against my leg. His touch calmed me and reminded me that I wasn’t alone.
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