Silas
She saw all of me. Everything I have been successfully hiding from everyone except Christian and the tattoo artist who did the work on my back. Valentina saw everything. And the fact that I didn't see her face let a weight settle in my stomach.
The room is dark when I enter again, and I see her slender shoulders peaking out from under the blanket. Being in the same room is almost painful. No matter how much of that potion I'm taking. And I have been doubling the dosage lately. Starting to feel the first side effects, but I push that thought away to be handled at another time.
Crawling under the thin duvet, I turn on my back and look up, my eyes pinned on a watermark on the ceiling.
That's when I hear the covers to my left rustling. I must be hallucinating the pitter-patter of f
