Princess dips her head and nudges my leg. The whole way back to our bedroom, she maintains contact and makes sure that nothing else emerges from the shadows.
Willow is curled up in my arms, sound asleep, by the time Demyen returns from “taking care of” the intruder.
To be fair, I’ve been drifting in and out of my own sleepiness for the past half-hour or so. I don’t even know how long he’s been gone, but I’m guessing it’s been a couple of hours. Princess has been curled up on the bed next to my feet, her eyes glued to the door, while I sang lullabies to Willow and prayed for sleep to finally come.
So when I feel Demyen press a warm kiss to my forehead, my eyes flutter open. “Hm? Dem? Wh… what’s going on?” I shift Willow in my arms to tuck her under the blankets next to me. “Is everything
