Miles took a deep breath, filling his head with Daphne's scent. It was a relaxing smell, and he closed his eyes at the soft feel of her hands against his hair. How quickly he had become used to that?
He looked down into her face, seeing something there that was beyond his comprehension when he'd not had any sleep, but he just knew he was grateful that she was there. "I hope he's getting better," he said quietly, knowing Daphne knew of his fears, and what had been fueling them. "Did you sleep through?" he asked, kissing her softly as he brought a hand up to brush over her bonding mark. A matching warm shiver washed over him as he brushed hers. I
"I had a visit from Romilda during the night," he admitted. "I hope her dulcet tones didn't wake you?"