Chapter 143

• Sienna:
• The cottage was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustle of the trees outside. The moonlight slipped in through the curtains, casting a silver hue across the room. Damon and I were curled beneath the sheets, our bodies tangled together, the warmth between us enough to keep the night air at bay.
• Everything seemed peaceful, too peaceful. But I allowed myself to admire that peace. I allowed myself to live through it.