!!!DISCLAIMER!!!
DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER YET... READ THE NEXT ONE FIRST WHICH IS THE CHAPTER 24. A SILLY MISTAKE FROM YOUR HUMBLE AUTHOR. I'M SO SO SORRY!!!
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Mason stepped quietly into the house, his arms carrying Anastasia like she weighed nothing.
Her head rested gently against his shoulder, her soft breathing the only sound in the silent living room. She didn't stir as he made his way upstairs and into her room.
The lights were dim. He moved carefully, laying her on the bed, and took a long moment to look at her peaceful face.
"You drink like a child, and yet carry pain like a soldier," he murmured under his breath.
He pulled the duvet gently over her, about to turn and leave when something made him stop.
His wrist, her hand had caught his wrist.
Mason looked down.
She was still asleep, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, but her fingers held on to his arm like a child refusing to be left alone in the dark.
