Chapter 118

With a final, quiet breath, he let himself hold her just a little longer, savoring the fleeting moment of intimacy, before he slowly, reluctantly, tried to pull away once more but her grip on him tight as if she were afraid he would vanish if she let go. He didn’t want to leave her either. He would wait. He would let her hold onto him as long as she needed. His heart swelled in his chest, and a sense of peace, long absent, began to settle over him. He hadn’t realized when he had drifted off to sleep, but the calm that surrounded him now was unlike anything he had felt in years. When he woke, it was bright outside, the sun streaming in through the windows. The bed was still warm with Enlyan’s presence, and she was still nestled against him, holding onto him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Daimon smiled softly, a feeling of contentment washing over him. He hadn’t slept this peacefully in five years—since she had been with him. "Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood," he whisper