#Chapter236
Lila's POV
I blinked a few times, trying to get my bearings. I don't remember falling asleep; actually, I don't even remember getting home. The last thing I remember is talking to my mum in the packhouse back garden. I must have fallen asleep, and Alarix brought me here instead of waking me up.
I scanned the room, realizing I was in the packhouse. Alarix was sleeping beside me. He was laid on his front, with one hand under the pillow and his other draped over my waist.
Even his sleep isn't peaceful. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he had a deep frown set on his face. I wish I could take all of his worries away. He doesn't deserve anything that's happened to him; none of us does. He deserves buckets full of happiness.
I held my hand up slowly and gently traced my finger along the creases on his forehead. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. He was insanely gorgeous, and I still couldn't believe he was mine.
