When he was done, Daemon quietly cleared the dishes, placing them in the sink.
His mind wasn't on the food anymore.
It was on Aurora.
He walked back to the couch, looking down at her sleeping form.
She looked so small and fragile, bundled up in his jacket.
For a moment, the dark thoughts crept back—thoughts of keeping her like this forever, locked away where no one could take her from him.
But the twins needed their mother. I can't lose her...
With a sigh, Daemon bent down and carefully lifted Aurora into his arms.
She stirred a little in her sleep but didn't wake.
He cradled her against his chest, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her clothes.
Slowly, he carried her down the long, dark hallway toward his bedroom.
The house was quiet, the soft echo of his footsteps the only sound.
