There really was a trace of worry in that tone—almost impossible to suppress.
Almost like panic.
Ridiculous.
I let out a soft scoff.
Didn’t bother to respond.
I raised my hand and pulled the curtains closed.
With a swish, the night and his line of sight were completely shut out.
The room fell quiet again.
I turned around and looked at the person on the bed.
The warm glow of the bedside lamp rested on her face.
“Go to sleep,” I said softly.
She curled up beneath the down comforter, her body trembling slightly.
The flush on her cheeks looked almost translucent under the light.
Her fingers clutched the edge of the blanket, pale from the pressure.
Yet her eyes still followed me.
“Rhett…”
She suddenly called out to me.
I stopped and turned back.
“What is it?”
She looked at me
