Dydra tossed and turned beneath the covers, sleep refusing to claim her no matter how tightly she shut her eyes. The silence of the room felt louder than usual, her thoughts restless, circling endlessly. At some point, her gaze drifted toward the window—and there she saw it.
The sun was already rising.
Soft golden light filtered through the curtains, spilling gently across the room, yet it brought her no comfort. It only reminded her that she had not slept at all.
Strangely, there had been no nightmares.
No shadows clawing at her mind, no darkness whispering at the edges of her dreams. Instead… there had only been him.
The Elite.
His lips on hers.
Her breath caught slightly at the memory, her heart stirring in a way she did not understand. She had not expected it—had never even imagined such a thing could happen. Not with him.
