Nico POV
Something was happening, and I didn't have a clue what. All I knew was that it scared the shit out of me. Lila Falcone was sleeping in my bed, and by God she has never looked more beautiful.
For months I tracked her, had her followed, kept tabs on her, and she's been my captive for how long now.
But I've never seen her look as stunning as she did now with her golden hair splayed over my silk sheets.
Lying on her stomach with her arms tucked underneath the pillow, she seemed relaxed, like she was actually sleeping peacefully.
How was that even possible for her to seem so peaceful when she'd been surrounded by nothing but fear and lies and promises of pain and death? Yet here she was, sleeping like a goddamn angel.
Me, on the other hand, I was everything but peaceful. There was this gnawing feeling on the inside of my chest, the same word echoing through my mind.
Protect.
Protect.
Protect.
