Eli had been puzzled when he had found Belladonna this morning, sleeping in her study and her gown damp, slightly ripped at some parts, with the hem of her dress, burnt a little.
Suspicion had hit him like a swinging brick, but he hung onto denial.
She couldn't possibly be dreaming of the Bride Thief. That was impossible.
He would have known way before now if she was.
He had tried to convince himself that the dampness was from sweat. He had even deluded himself into thinking she was pregnant and excessive sweating was a sign of pregnancy.
As for the burnt hem, maybe she had read overnight again and caused a fire, which she had already put out.
It wouldn't be the first time his Donna was causing a fire from her nightly readings. As for the ripped parts of her dress, he had told himself that her dress had suffered that, while she had managed to put out the fire all on her own.
