AMELIA
Morning light was filtering through the curtains when I woke up in Devon's arms, still asleep. His naked body was warm against mine, and thanks to the soft blankets, I felt like in a wonderful, cozy cocoon.
Liar, a wicked voice hissed inside me, a voice I didn't even try to hush. I deserved that punishment, I deserved to suffer for what I'd done. That was the pain Devon would feel if I told him the truth - a pain he did not deserve. It had been two weeks since Erik had kissed me, and since that day I'd done everything I could to make sure Devon knew I was on his side, both in private and in public, during the meetings where we talked about the hellhound. There had been no other attacks, so we mostly discussed how to handle the situation on a foreign policy level and try to figure
