Chapter 144

• Damon:
• The morning sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, painting soft golden lines across the bed where Sienna was still curled up against me. Her hair fanned over the pillow, her breathing slow and even. I stayed still, watching her for a moment longer, memorizing the peace that lined her features.
• The peace that she had when she was asleep in my arms. The safety that I knew that she felt when she was by my side.