"I feel so full, and now I won't be able to sleep the entire night, thanks to the pill you gave me," Dahlia complained, shifting uncomfortably. "And my back itches." She cast a glance at Sullivan, noticing how engrossed he was in reading a parchment. Curiosity piqued, she got out of bed, the cool floor beneath her feet sending a small shiver up her spine, and walked over to him.
"What are you reading?" she asked as she lowered herself beside him, trying to catch a glimpse of the words on the parchment.
Sullivan, sensing her presence, quickly folded the paper and set it aside on the table next to the sofa chair. "Nothing important," he said, his tone dismissive, though his actions suggested otherwise.
