Mirage’s P.O.V
I opened my eyes to the sound of the clock ticking on the wall. It was well past midnight and the packhouse was eerily silent.
Alex slept beside me almost soundlessly, his breathing even and his arms wrapped around my waist lightly.
I hated this guilty feeling as I looked up at his peaceful face, moving aside the hair on his forehead with feather-light fingers.
Just as softly, I took his hand from my waist and placed it on my pillow as I got up from the bed and moved away slowly, so as not to cause much disturbance. The herb that I had mixed in his food wasn’t any high grade sleeping pill that was filled with chemicals, so I was a little skeptical about its workings. But seeing Alex sleeping so peacefully gave me relief. It meant that the herb was working.