Sierra pov...
Ever since I started living with Henry, I'd felt something I hadn't felt in so long—peace. He had taken such good care of me, giving me a safe place to stay, a bed to sleep in, and more kindness than I ever thought possible.
It was nighttime, and though I lay on the bed he had offered me, a cold chill ran through me. Somehow, deep down, I knew this peace wouldn't last forever. It was just the beginning.
As I closed my eyes, trying to find sleep, the memories of him—the beast—haunted me. His touch, his voice, his presence clung to me like a shadow, even in my dreams. I couldn't escape him.
Restless, I got up. Would he come for me? I didn't know, but the fear gnawed at me. Quietly, I left the room and made my way downstairs.
There he was—Henry—sleeping on the couch. He'd been so kind to give me his room and sleep here instead. I stood there, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so calm. I wished I could feel the same.
