Ara's POV
The moon hung like a silver dagger in the sky, its cold light slicing through the trees as I crept through the silent packhouse. Damon was gone for the night, along with Aurelia and Sailas. Probably another one of their hunts. This had been the routine for last week. Most warriors followed them leaving only a few in the packhouse. I had observed the pattern for the past one week.
One week had passed since I'd discovered the prisoners in the basement.
One week of stolen glances at the hidden door. Of restless nights listening for Damon's return from his hunts, of watching the way his jaw tightened whenever our eyes met.
One week since we talked properly. Words hung heavy between us.
One week since he had been in his own room.
The vial of sedative in my pocket felt heavie
