Celia didn’t sleep, she couldn’t, her eyes remained open until the sun rose outside. She could see it through the curtains, hear as birds chirped and yet instead of thanking the goddess for life, she was condemning her.
Why was she doing this to her?
She understood that she had been a wicked little girl in her past, but couldn’t that woman see that she had changed? She had wanted so bad to leave this place last night and Xavier had made a mockery out of her because she couldn’t.
She could hear his breaths, his constant sighs, he didn’t sleep either and Celia was glad. Bastard...
Sitting up on the blanket, she stretched and forced a yarn for more emphasis. “Apparently there’s no rest for the wicked.”
She then stood to her feet and looked over at him. He was laid on his back, sweat
