Meredith's POV
I couldn't record when I fell asleep, Drogo left the room immediately I told him to leave. I am still shaken up from witnessing someone being shot.
Like an oracle made in front of the door, I fear to even step out of the room. The dead body might be moved, but in my head, the body is still there, and the ghost of the dead person never really leaves.
When I opened my eyes, it was daytime. The event of last night flitted in my head. I gasped in fear and pulled the colossal blanket over my head. I seem to recall falling asleep without the blankets. Had Drago covered me up with the blanket?
Just then, I heard a muffled voice saying through the blanket.
"When I walked in last night to check on you, you were freezing, so I covered you with my favourite blanket," he said with a smile probably because I was holding on to the blanket tightly, his twisted mind might have thought of something.
