The Lingering Fear
Rache stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom and frowned.
The moonlight filtered through the windows and cast long shadows over everything. She couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the darkness felt suffocating. Her body ached from laying on the bed for so long. She hadn't been able to relax at all.
The room was so large, so empty. Even with Donncahd in there, she felt the emptiness of it.
The silence was broken only by his steady breathing.
She sighed and turned onto her side, facing him. His eyes were closed. His face was peaceful. She studied him. He was handsome in a strange way, she thought. His features were sharp and cold, but somehow still appealing.
His hair was black, and his skin was pale, like snow. His nose was straight and his jawline was strong. There was something almost beautiful about him when he slept.
Not that it changed anything. He was still the man that would kill her, the man she had to be afraid of.