Ella’s POV
I woke up to a quiet room. The curtains were partly open, and soft daylight filtered in. The air was cool, and for a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then I turned and saw him sitting on the chair beside the bed.
I was in Cyril’s room. I can't remember the last time I saw his room.
His elbows rested on his knees, his head bowed. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept at all. His clothes were still the same ones from last night.
When I moved slightly, his head came up instantly and our eyes met.
“You’re awake,” he said quietly.
I nodded. I figure that my throat was still dry. “You didn’t sleep?”
He shook his head once. “I didn’t want to.”
Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten. There was tension in his face, anger and guilt all mixed together, but h
