Diara
I was watching over him again. His familiar scent of pine, vanilla, and leather was intoxicating. The spell was complete, but even though Jane said it was successful thanks to my babies, Kennis still hadn’t regained consciousness, and Dove was still unable to communicate with Alistair. It had been two days.
Oliver stirred on the couch. He had come to keep me company and brought me food. After we watched a movie, he fell asleep there. He stretched and sat up.
"Luna, you can go to sleep in your own bed, and I can watch over him," he said.
A moment passed before I responded. "No, I'd rather be here. Jane said it could happen any moment, and I want to be here when his eyes open."
"But—"
"Please," I pleaded, looking back at him with desperate eyes. They had all been worried and co
