Chapter 342

• Sabine POV
• I didn’t go back downstairs. Truthfully, it wasn’t just the anger simmering beneath my skin anger at both Gilles and Damien but also the sheer comfort of this enormous bed, all to myself. After everything, it felt like a small mercy I wasn’t ready to give up.
• The moment I’d showered and slipped beneath the covers, sleep claimed me instantly. The kind of sleep that felt like waking straight from the heavens. Clean sheets, a soft duvet, pillows so plush they might as well have been marshmallows.