Angelica woke up feeling cold. She looked outside. It was night but the sky was clear and the moon shone brightly. She pulled her blanket up and curled to stop her shaking body, but she felt wetness and greasiness as she moved. She was sweating. The back of her dress, her forehead, and her neck were damp.
Angelica wondered where Lord Rayven was. He had been beside her the whole day, reading for her, nagging her to eat and sleep and because she enjoyed his reaction so much she played hard to convince. It wouldn't hurt him to know what dealing with stubbornness, sulking, and brooding felt like. Now he must be tired and sleeping after taking care of her the whole day. She didn't want to disturb him but she suddenly thought of something. He had appeared a few times when she had a nightmare as if he had been standing right outside her door.
Could he hear her from afar?
"Lord Rayven?" She said hesitantly.
