The next morning Vincent slept late, exhausted from the night before. Delaney was tired but she still made herself get up and dress. Ms. Bird was quiet as she helped her mistress but Delaney saw her glance sadly over at the sleeping man in her bed several times.
Once Delaney was ready she and the maid moved to leave the room together. At the door, Delaney paused and looked back at her bed where her handsome husband was sleeping on his chest. His hands were up under his pillow and his head was turned away from her.
Sleeping like this, his scars were completely covered and he looked like any other man. He had smooth, unmarred skin on his muscular back and arms. He was deadly handsome. No one would imagine he was living with dragon poison in his blood and that storms caused his mind to torment him.
