Chapter 89
- MATILDA'S POV.
- I walked into the living room with a cup of honeyed tea and stopped when I saw Arlan sprawled on the couch, fast asleep. For the first time in hours, his chest rose and fell steadily. I let out a small sigh of relief.
- “Finally closed those eyes of yours,” I muttered to myself. “Took you long enough after pacing and sighing all night.”