The price for spending most of the day sleeping arrived in the night, when Sienna found herself sleepless. Her mind was riddled with thoughts of Lina and Mija's troubles. She was worried about Mija doing something stupid, and Lina marrying a scum to please her family and strangers in the empire.
The night was thick with silence, broken only the occasional howl of wind outside. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to settle. Another reason for her unease was her husband, who had not stopped brushing his fingers lightly against her arm, her hair, her cheek, her thighs. The man's hands were simply restless. The touches were feather-soft, teasing and definitely deliberate. They were gestures of a man absentmindedly reaching for a woman he wanted; they were the calculated strokes of someone who knew exactly how to stir her.
