With the emergence of the first threads of dawn, I woke up today earlier than usual, filled with a strange excitement for a new beginning.
After opening my eyes, I did not hesitate to rise from my warm bed and headed with quiet steps toward the bathroom.
There, I splashed cold water over my face, feeling the refreshment seep into my pores, then followed it by brushing my teeth, leaving behind a sensation of cleanliness and vigor.
I returned to my room, a sense of joy bubbling within me, to wear a delicate pink dress. I chose a pair of simple white shoes to add a touch of purity to my look. Before the mirror, I brushed my hair carefully, gathering it into a ponytail, and to complete my preparation, I applied a light touch of lip balm to give my lips a natural, radiant appearance.
After ensuring everything was perfect,
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a reflection brimming with energy and vitality.
I was walking through the corridors, each step an echo resonating in this silence. But my eyes were not on the hallways; my mind was occupied with my mate.
I stopped suddenly, my hand relaxing slightly. Should I go to check on him? This question echoed in my head like an ancient resonance—a struggle between my heart, which pushed me toward him, and my mind, which whispered caution. To settle the matter, I gathered my courage and redirected my path toward his room.
Each step quickened, as if I were in a race against my own hesitation. I stood before the door, my heart nearly leaping from between my ribs.
What would I say? This question hammered relentlessly at my mind. Oh God, I hope I don't say something stupid. Simple words like
"How are you?"
might seem fine.
I knocked on the door, faint raps that could barely be heard. No answer.
I knocked again, this time with more force, but silence remained the master of the scene.
My anxiety grew, and strange fears crept into my mind Is he alright?
I pushed the door slowly, opening it just enough to cast a glance.
The room was empty; no one was there.
The silence enveloping the place stirred suspicion.
Just then, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom—a sound suggesting that someone was showering inside.
"It's him."
I felt disappointment and relief all at once. Disappointment because he wasn't there when I was poised to speak, and relief because I had avoided an embarrassing encounter.
I closed the door quietly, then sat on the bed, waiting. This bed was warm and comfortable, as if providing me a temporary sanctuary from my confusion.
I looked around the room, observing the details that resembled him.
The books scattered on the table, the curtains swaying in a light breeze—everything reflected a part of his personality. Meanwhile, my mind began to race with thoughts, formulating a new plan for what to say when he emerged.
This time, I would be ready.
The moment of confrontation was nothing like I had imagined; it was far worse. He didn't just open the door; he pushed it with force, stepping out expecting the room to be empty.
I looked, and oh, how I wish I hadn't. The scene painted before me was catastrophic by all measures. He stood there, bare-chested, with nothing covering his body except a white towel wrapped around his waist, while he dried his damp hair with another towel.
Drops of water were falling from the tips of his black locks, and altogether, they formed a scene of intense allure that was never in my calculations.
He stopped drying his hair the moment his eyes fell upon me.
His movement froze, time stood still for a second, and he began to look at me in astonishment, as if I were a strange creature that had appeared out of nowhere.
I felt my face ignite, as if a thousand suns had gathered in my cheeks.
I covered my face with my hands in a desperate attempt to vanish from this humiliating reality.
"Yaaah!"
A word escaped me whose meaning I didn't know, but it was enough to express the magnitude of the disaster.
"How can you come out looking like this?"
He raised an eyebrow in even greater surprise, as if I were the one at fault.
Then, he placed his hands on his waist, looked at me with lethal coldness, and said in a voice devoid of any expression:
"I am in my room, and you are the intruder here."
I felt the words slap me one after another, increasing the weight of my embarrassment. Not only because he was right, but because he said it with total coolness, as if my presence in his bedroom was a natural thing.
I exploded with shame, wishing the earth would split open and swallow me.
I scrambled to correct what I had said, my voice sounding as if it came from another world, filled with tension and stupidity.
"I... I just... I knocked on the door but you didn't answer, so... so... so I entered,"
I said with intense agitation, trying to justify my presence in his room. The words poured out of me like flowing lava, without any coherence, and every time I tried to gather my thoughts, they slipped away.
He did not answer me, nor did he move from his spot, continuing to stare at me with lethal coldness. He saw the shame overwhelming me and the disappointment creeping into the tone of my voice, yet he remained motionless.
This disregard intensified my embarrassment, turning my feelings of humiliation into sharp annoyance.
"Yaaah, Night! Put something on!" I said irritably, trying to hide my face with my hands again.
After moments that passed slowly like eons, he pulled his towel and entered the dressing room.
As soon as he vanished from my sight, I removed my hands from my face and began to fan myself, feeling the heat rising from it. My shame had reached its peak, and I was breathing with difficulty.
I never imagined it would reach this level of embarrassment.
I was now in his bedroom, alone, after committing the greatest folly of my history.
My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I thought about the mistake I had made, the situation I had put him in, and the degree of coldness I couldn't understand.
The situation was too large for me to contain; I hugged myself, sitting on the bed awaiting his return, to face my inevitable fate.
When he returned, he was wearing his trousers, holding his shirt in his hand. He seemed completely calm, as if nothing had happened.
I tried to avoid looking at him, but my eyes betrayed me, quickly drawn to the scar on his body.
It had healed, leaving nothing but a faint pink mark. I couldn't suppress my relief, and a deep sigh escaped my lungs.
"My God, your wound has healed. That is truly reassuring."
He was still looking at me, and that gaze made me return to my sense of embarrassment.
I had nothing else to say.
"I only came to check on you. Since you are fine now, I will go."
I was on the verge of fleeing, but his voice stopped me.
"Wait."
I turned my head slowly, my heart beating wildly.
"Huh?"
"I am finished. Let's go,"
he said coldly, as if ending a meeting, not one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
We walked together through the corridors in silence. The silence was heavy, filled with words left unsaid.
When we reached the breakfast hall, I saw everyone gathered, eating their food in an atmosphere of laughter and fun. That scene was completely different from the tension I had just lived through.
I sat in my usual place beside Julia and tried to blend into the conversation, but my mind was still stuck in that room, before that door, and in the moment I wished I had never lived.
I no longer cared about talking to Julia or the taste of the delicious pancakes, for I felt his gaze upon me. I couldn't tell if it was a look of mockery or interest, but it was enough to make me feel tense.
I tried to continue eating, but every bite felt heavy. I felt the heat rising in my face again, as if the bathroom scene had returned to cast its shadow over this moment.
I stopped eating and looked at Night, finding him staring at me calmly. His gaze wasn't harsh; rather, it held something of anticipation, as if he were waiting for my reaction.
I couldn't understand what was going through his mind; he was incredibly contradictory. Moments ago he was cold, and now he seemed interested.
What happened?
"What?"
I said in a low voice, trying to show some strength, but my voice was barely audible.
He said nothing, only returned to eating his food.
After moments of awkward silence that hung over the table, I gathered my courage and called his name, trying to catch his attention.
"Night..."
He looked at me with a calm gaze.
"What?"
he said coldly, as if saying,
"Hurry up, I don't have time to waste."
"When will we start training?"
I asked, trying to be as natural as possible.
He took a sip of his coffee, looked at the distant horizon, then said quietly:
"I have some business to attend to. So, when I return."
I nodded my head, trying to hide my disappointment. I had hoped it would be sooner than that, but I couldn't say anything.
After turning my gaze to Lauren, I asked her:
"Do you have something or some work to do?"
Lauren shook her head and gave me a wide smile.
I couldn't help but smile back, for her smile was contagious.
I turned my gaze back to Night, gathered all my courage, and said, praying to God that he would agree:
"I want to go out with Lauren for a stroll. We won't go far."
I saw him staring at me calmly, as if I were talking about something strange.
His gaze frightened me, making me wonder whether he would agree or not.
After moments of silence, he finally answered:
"Don't be late."
My eyes widened in shock, and a broad smile spread across my face. I can't believe he allowed me; I never expected that.
"Let's go Lauren, let's go Julia!"
I said quickly before he could change his mind, and I stood up, pulling Lauren with me. Julia was laughing, but she didn't object.
As we were leaving, I turned to catch one last glimpse of Night. He was still sitting there, sipping his coffee calmly, as if he hadn't done anything special.
But I knew that what he did was more than just giving permission to go out; it was a small gesture, but it was enough to make me feel that there was hope he might change.
We were walking through the city streets in silence, but my eyes did not leave the workers scattered everywhere, restoring the city and bringing back some of its joy.
I was trying to enjoy the moment, but the memory of Night and his cold stares was still stuck in my mind, spoiling my moments of happiness.
We finally reached a large square that turned out to be a park.
Children were everywhere, running and playing, their laughter filling the air.
Their sweet voices were enough to wipe from my heart the dust of the city and its clamor. I smiled and felt comfort returning to me once again.
"Come on,"
I said, dragging the two girls into the heart of the park.
"Let's sit here."
They looked at me, and a wide smile was drawn on their faces.
"The place is beautiful and picturesque here,"
I said as I looked at them, certain they would agree with me.
"Yes, it is,"
Julia nodded, confirming my words.
I sat on the green grass, feeling refreshment overwhelm my body.
I watched the children as they ran and played, each holding a small toy, letting out cries of joy that filled the air.
The scene was enough to make me forget everything that had happened, to enjoy the moment, wishing that this instant would last forever.
Time passed quickly as we chatted about various topics. With every word, I felt that we were becoming true friends.
The shyness I felt at the beginning was no longer there, replaced by comfort and harmony.
Our laughter filled the place, our conversations shifting between seriousness and jest. Suddenly, I noticed that Lauren's gaze was fixed in space, as if she were in another world.
The smile vanished from her face, and signs of concentration appeared on her, as if she were listening to something I couldn't hear.
As I contemplated her state, it seemed that Lauren was mind-linking with Arin.
I felt curiosity creep into my heart, wondering what they were saying.
"Are you okay, Lauren?"
I asked quietly, trying not to interrupt her.
She nodded her head without changing her focused gaze, saying:
"It's Arin. He wants to tell you that Alpha Night has returned."
Then she returned to reality and looked at me, a calm smile on her face. I couldn't contain my curiosity, so I said to her excitedly:
"How can I telepath with Night? We haven't completed the joining ceremony!"
I didn't expect Julia to laugh that way. "What?"
I said irritably, trying to understand the reason for her laughter.
Lauren chuckled, and Julia laughed so hard she almost fell. I looked at them, my heart pounding. What did I do? Did I say something stupid?
After moments of laughter, Lauren stopped and said, wiping a tear from her eye:
"I don't know, Sira, but... when he is close to you, try. It might work from a close distance."
I felt embarrassment overwhelm me, feeling as if I had returned to the bathroom scene once more.
But this time, Night wasn't there to make me hide.
There were only Julia and Lauren, laughing at me.
"What?"
I asked them again, but this time my voice was thick with embarrassment.
"Nothing, nothing,"
Julia said, laughing again.
"It's just... it was funny that you'd ask that after everything that happened."
I realized then that I was wrong. It wasn't just about telepathy; it was about the relationship between Night and me.
I was trying to rush things, to take a shortcut, but it seemed the only way was the natural one—the path that begins with moments of embarrassment, passes through moments of silence, and ends in moments of friendship and connection.
As we reached the palace gates, I spotted Night standing there, talking to Klaus. Klaus stood at attention, his entire focus centered on what the Alpha was saying. I smiled and waved a cheerful hand at him.
"Hey, Klaus!"
I said, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere surrounding them.
Klaus returned the greeting.
"Hello, Luna,"
he said, still standing respectfully before Night. He seemed somewhat flustered, which was natural given Night's imposing personality, but something else was happening.
I noticed that Night was not happy with our encounter. His gaze toward Klaus was like bullets, and signs of anger were clearly etched upon his features.
He said nothing, but his body language spoke volumes.
I chuckled softly because the situation was both funny and strange.
"What is his problem with me and Klaus?"
I whispered to myself Was he jealous? Or was there something else happening that I didn't understand?
Night's glares were enough to make me realize there was something between him and Klaus, and that my presence was the spark that ignited this flame of anger.
I ignored his looks, wore a wide smile, and headed toward the palace, but my mind was busy with the new riddle that had appeared in my life.
Heading toward my room, I closed the door behind me and felt a wave of relief. I shed my outdoor clothes and put on comfortable sportswear that gave me freedom of movement. Then I pulled my long hair up, twisting it into a bun so it wouldn't obstruct me during training.
"Alright, finished,"
I said to myself aloud, as if speaking to someone else.
"Where is he?"
I left the room and walked through the wide corridors searching for him. He wasn't where I had left him, so I asked a maid passing by,
"Where is Night?"
"He is in the office, Luna,"
she answered quietly, pointing in the right direction.
I nodded and headed toward him.
I pushed the door slowly and stepped inside.
I saw him buried under a heap of papers and files.
His focus was entirely on his work, and he didn't notice my presence.
I headed toward his desk; I didn't want to disturb him, but I also didn't want to waste time. So, I made my decision and went straight to the chair opposite him and sat down.
He finally looked up and raised his head. His face was tired, but he showed no signs of annoyance.
"Hi,"
I said quietly, trying to project as much confidence as possible.
He answered coldly,
"Hello."
Then he put the pen down and stared at me. His gaze increased my tension, but I tried to remain calm.
"I am ready for training, if you've finished your work, of course,"
I said quietly, gesturing toward the stack of papers before him.
He sighed and rose from the chair. His stance suggested he wasn't happy that I had interrupted him, but he said nothing.
He headed toward the door, and before leaving, he said:
"I'll see you at the training grounds."
Then he left me, abandoning the office.
I was left alone, surrounded by papers and files, with a sense of tension and frustration.
"What is wrong with that Iceman?"
I asked myself, realizing that dealing with him would be extremely difficult.
Suddenly, I stopped in the middle of the hallway, realizing I didn't know where to go.
"Where are the training grounds? Damn you, Night!"
I said in a low voice, blaming him internally. I began looking for anyone who could show me the way.
I headed to the kitchen and saw the maids busy preparing food.
A delicious aroma filled the place.
The head housekeeper, a woman who looked to be in her fifties, stepped toward me with a warm smile on her face.
"How can I help you, Luna?"
she asked in her quiet voice.
"Where are the training grounds?"
I answered with a smile, trying to seem friendly.
She smiled back and said,
"It's behind the palace. Head to the back door, and you'll get there faster."
"Thank you,"
I said sincerely.
"And please, call me Sira. I don't like titles."
She looked at me with some surprise but gave a wide smile.
"Alright, Sira. I wish you a good training session."
Then I left, feeling at ease. This kind interaction was enough to wipe away some of the tension Night had caused me.
I headed toward the back door and opened it.
The training grounds were vast and filled with exercise equipment. Night was waiting for me there, a cold look on his face.
"Let's begin,"
he said coldly as I prepared for training.
This was the moment I realized that training would not be easy, and that Night would not be kind. I stepped forward to stand before him.
He was staring at me, but his gaze wasn't truly directed at me; rather, it pierced right through me. When he spoke, his words came with a coldness that matched his gaze, as if they were merely routine instructions.
"We will train on extracting your power and controlling it."
"And how is that? I don't even know what it is! Are you joking with me?"
The words came out as a muffled whisper, but he didn't respond. He kept staring into the void as if he hadn't heard me, completely ignoring me.
"I will extract it in my own way."
Damn, this doesn't bode well at all. He stood before me in a fighting stance, while I was still trying to process what he had said.
"Come on, attack me,"
he said in a calm voice, but it was enough to make me expect the worst.
"What?"
I said, but he didn't wait for me to finish.
He threw a punch at me; it was fast and powerful, but I managed to dodge it with difficulty.
He didn't let me recover, aiming a kick at my leg that nearly brought me down.
I braced myself on my palms and flipped my legs up, turning my fall into a crushing attack aimed at his face, but he dodged it at the last moment. I looked at him; he still maintained his coldness, but this time there was a hint of interest in his eyes.
"Not bad,"
he said quietly, as if praising my performance.
I felt a sense of relief, but I didn't show it.
I still had much to prove to him.
I stood before him, stepping cautiously as I unleashed a barrage of quick punches, but he dodged them brilliantly. His defense was airtight, and I found no opening I could exploit.
"Damn it!"
I thought to myself. "What did I expect from the King of Darkness?"
I retreated, feigning a withdrawal to play on his psychology and make him relax his guard. It wasn't easy, but it was the only way I could find a gap.
Indeed, he responded to the plan and tried to attack. He was about to land a powerful punch, but I smiled.
In a flash, I spun around and delivered a powerful kick that landed right on his handsome face.
He stumbled back several steps, and I stood there smiling. The smile didn't stem from joy, but from relief. Why did I feel relief when I struck him?
He looked at me and wiped blood from his mouth. His eyes shimmered with a look I didn't understand. Then he gave a wicked smile, as if saying,
"Now the fun begins."
I felt fear creep into my heart; I knew this training was far from over. In fact, it had only just begun.
When he moved, it wasn't just a step; it was a blinding flash of motion.
For a second, he seemed to evaporate into thin air, as if I were alone on the training grounds, before I felt his powerful punch in my stomach.
The pain was sharp and sudden, as if tearing through my insides. It wasn't a normal strike; it was violent, showing no mercy, as if I weren't his mate.
"Damn it, he isn't holding back,"
I thought, clutching the pain I felt.
This punch was a reminder that I wasn't on a stroll, but in serious training.
As I tried to regain my balance, he continued the attack. It wasn't a random assault; it was a barrage of punches exactly as I had done to him. He was mimicking my attack, as if wanting to remind me of it.
I dodged with extreme difficulty, my eyes wide and never leaving his movements. His speed was staggering, and his strength was unbelievable. Every punch was faster than the last, and every move was more complex.
I felt my heart pounding hard and my mind focusing on every motion.
I no longer thought of the pain, only the defense. Survival instinct was what controlled me now as I tried to dodge the punches and stay on my feet.
I retreated slightly, trying to kick him.
That kick wasn't just an attack; it was bait I had set for him.
I had to be careful not to smile or show any sign of what my mind was planning. When he caught my leg, pulling me toward him with force, I felt a sense of victory internally, but I maintained my external composure.
I placed my hands around his neck and drew close to him, pressing my body against his as I wrapped my leg around his waist.
He stared at me in confusion, as if his mind couldn't process what was happening.
I laughed internally, feeling a surge of pleasure.
In a lightning-fast move, I threw my upper body backward, using my full body weight to slam him to the ground. He didn't expect it and fell, while I stood up quickly, staring down at him.
He was lying on the ground, signs of shock on his face. He hadn't expected me to be able to drop him—he who had been dealing with me with such harshness and coldness. That moment was a moment of victory, a moment to prove that I am not as weak as he thinks.
He laughed mockingly and stood up, a sideways smirk on his face.
That smile provoked my anger.
"What are you mocking?"
I said angrily, preparing for a new confrontation.
This wasn't just training; it was a struggle—a struggle for self-assertion.
I looked at him, and that irritating sideways smile was fueling my rage.
He saw the challenge and determination in my eyes, and it stirred something in him I didn't understand.
"You are a deceiver, a great deceiver,"
he said coldly, as if praising me, but in reality, he was pelting me with harsh words.
"Just like you,"
I snapped back quickly, with the same coldness, as if I didn't fear him.
I didn't want to show him that his words affected me; on the contrary, I wanted to show him that I am strong and not easily handled.
He stared at me in a strange way; his icy eyes shimmered with a gleam I didn't comprehend.
Suddenly, I felt a dark energy surrounding him, like a black cloud enveloping his body. This energy stirred a sense of fear in me, but I didn't show it.
"What is he going to do?"
I wondered, preparing for a confrontation.
He released his words like poisoned arrows, touching every point of weakness in me.
"But you are weak. You are weak compared to me. You are nothing."
The words crept into my mind as if echoing in every corner of it.
"I am not weak, you idiot!"
I screamed in his face, a raging anger igniting in my chest.
I could no longer endure this disregard and coldness. His words stirred a fury in me I never knew existed.
He kept repeating his words as if wanting to break my resolve. With every word, his black aura grew denser and more powerful, pressing down on me as if trying to choke me. I felt the pressure increase, my breath nearly stopping, but I did not surrender.
"You bastard!"
I screamed and lunged toward him, my eyes sparking. I wanted to attack him, to stop him, to prove to him that I am not weak.
But he created a shield of black smoke, preventing me from reaching him.
The shield was impenetrable and strong, as if protecting him from everything.
"Damn you, damn you!"
I screamed, trying to pierce through it, but he was stronger than me.
He kept laughing and mocking me.
His laughter fueled my anger even more, increasing my sense of frustration.
"Nothing,"
he said in a quiet voice, but it was enough to make me feel humiliated.
His last words were stinging, but they weren't a surprise The shock wasn't from the insult; it was the spark that ignited the suppressed rage within me.
"You are nothing. You are an insect."
He spoke it in his cold voice. But this time, there was no barrier to block its impact. Suddenly, the anger transformed into energy—into a literal flame running through my veins like ignited electricity.
My body was no longer my own; it turned into a vessel for this destructive energy.
I could no longer hear anything but the noise inside my head. A resounding scream exploded from deep within me—not a human scream, but the cry of a beast unleashed.
I wasn't thinking; my emotions took full control, and I wanted nothing but to kill.
In the midst of that vortex of fire that surrounded me, a voice broke out that wasn't mine—a savage voice filled with rage.
"You are dead... I will kill you!"
The words came from me, but they were not my conscious decision.
Night was staring at me with signs of astonishment, appearing as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His face reflected shock, as if he never expected me to possess this power.
While the fire swirled around me, I absorbed the black smoke he had created for protection and burned it completely.
The power was wild, and I couldn't control it. It poured out of me involuntarily, as if wanting to destroy everything.
I threw a massive ball of fire, and Night dodged it with extreme difficulty.
The ball exploded in the center of the grounds, destroying half of it completely. The power of the explosion was immense, and I saw that Night barely managed to survive.
He looked at me as if saying something, but I didn't hear him. I heard nothing but the roar of fire in my ears. The desire to kill possessed me, and my power increased with every moment.
I threw another ball at him, much larger than the previous one.
It was about to hit him if he hadn't dodged at the last second. My body moved on its own, as if an internal force were controlling it.
I was no longer Sira; I had become a monster—a monster craving destruction.
I screamed again,
"You must die! You must die!"
But the voice wasn't mine; it was the echo of a demon dwelling within me.
The power was increasing in a strange way, and I could no longer control it.
I began to feel as if it were carving into my flesh, feeding on the pain I felt.
I screamed in agony, blood flowing from my nose and mouth. The pain was sharp, as if I were burning from the inside out.
"Damn it, I'm going to destroy myself,"
I thought, realizing I had lost control completely.
I saw Night saying something, but I couldn't hear him. He was trying to advance toward me, but the fire blocked him.
Every time he tried to approach, the fire grew fiercer, as if warning him.
I saw signs of terror on his features. He was no longer that cold Alpha I knew. He was afraid—not of me, but for me.
He wanted to help me, but I was like a restricted zone, surrounded by a fence of flames.
As I writhed in pain, the words
"I must calm down"
echoed in my mind like a distant resonance. I was trying to master the power, the fire that was burning me from within, but I knew I was fighting my final battle.
I was struggling against a storm of anger and vengeance, with flames devouring me from inside. In a moment of madness and despair, the image of Night and his sweet laughter came to me.
It wasn't just a memory; it was like cold water being poured over glowing coals.
I smiled—a faint smile mixed with relief—and felt my anger vanishing and the fire that surrounded me fading bit by bit until it disappeared completely.
The anger left behind a feeling of exhaustion and extreme fatigue.
Night rushed to me, fear and anxiety etched on his face. I looked at him, tears making their way down my cheeks; I couldn't control them.
"Night..."
I spoke, my voice trembling. The word came from me like a cry for help, like a lost child who had found her mother.
Night leaned toward me and cupped my face with his hands, wiping my tears with his forefinger, saying in his soothing words:
"Shhh, everything will be alright."
His words were like a quiet song, calming my soul and restoring some of my balance.
I broke into tears and sobbed loudly.
"I am here, I am beside you,"
he said as he opened his arms to embrace me. I hugged him, burying my head in his chest, feeling that I was in the right place.
"I am tired,"
I whispered, as if describing the state of my exhausted soul.
"It's okay, I am here,"
he said, returning the embrace tightly, as if absorbing all the pain and fatigue from me.
I felt my body relaxing as if I were about to lose consciousness, but he was there, holding me firmly, carrying me toward my room—toward safety.
I clung to him with all the strength I had, as if clinging to the last straw of survival from an imminent drowning.
His sweet scent—a blend of coffee and dark chocolate—filled my lungs, and I inhaled it slowly, as if it were an antidote for my tormented soul.
I didn't want him to leave; rather, I wanted to stay like this, buried in his chest, where nothing from the outside world could reach me.
He laid me down on the bed and continued to hold me, as if afraid I would escape from between his hands.
I felt safety and warmth overwhelming me, as if I were in a warm cave protecting me from a fierce storm.
He relaxed my tense body. Sleep was playing with my eyes, but I resisted it; I didn't want to leave this moment—this moment where I felt peace and security.
But exhaustion was stronger than me, and I sank into a deep sleep, leaving behind everything that had happened.